| An eagle soars as the streets all crawl
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| With people, stores and debris on the floor
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| We sweep up in awe at the cathedral walls
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| This city’s laws are in need of rehaul
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| Freedom calls
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| Soldiers amassing and stacking their ammunition
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| Deep in the courts
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| Stand in a Rank V, tattered banners and flags, enacting a massacre
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| The assassins see this and leap from the walls
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| Unsure what the August Decrees did at all
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| Are you sure the Bastille couldn’t fall?
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| We should rally morale and proceed with the war
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| Locks are chopped
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| The drawbridge drops
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| The raucus flock 'til they’re reaching
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| The courts ignoring the shots, meat
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| For the slaughter, bleed on the floor, just reeking of gore
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| Thanks a lot to the sans-culottes
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| For yanking off the breeches they wore
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| Breaching the walls and windows leap to the floor
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| And then smokescreen it
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| Before defeating the bourgeoisie with a claw
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| I’m sure we’ve seen this before
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| Better catch and dispatch him
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| Or that matchstick’ll blast this bastion to ashes
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| That sort of action’s a burning mistake
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| Chat to my back 'cause I’m turning away
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| The earliest grave is the turn of
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| Your fate, courtesy of the dear Third Estate
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| Alouette
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| Gentile alouette
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| Alouette
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| Je te plumerai
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| Et la tête
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| Et la tête
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| The blade of the guillotine drops
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| I look at my watch then put in my pocket
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| And hurry, I’ve got to run in
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| And stop my unlucky target succumbing to harm
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| And crumbling under the chopping block
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| While onlookers watch in numbness and shock
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| Back to the backstreets and the cobble
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| No palace, these chaps dream of a hovel
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| Run around the action, gunpowder blastin'
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| Push past the crowds and leap up a shop wall
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| Two hops and I’m on the rooftop
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| Move to a new spot and then I soon drop
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| Assess the scene, eagle-eyed, who needs to bleed
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| Who needs to die, you need to read
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| Between the lines and move the bleating sheep aside
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| This is the reason why
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| I made the decision to leave Versailles
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| Grim Reaper, unsheathe my scythe then cleave
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| And leave deprived of the need to breathe
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| Or even be alive, at least
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| You see, I need to find Elise
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| 'Cause she gives me a reason to be a lease on life as we unite
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| Alouette
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| Gentile alouette
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| Alouette
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| Je te plumerai
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| Et la tête
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| Et la tête
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| Je te plumerai la tête
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| Concerté
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| Agilité
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| Fraternité |