| Let me tell of a time
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| when the world was in rhyme with the sound of our laughter
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| Montmartre shone above
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| for forbidden hours of hunger and of love
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| Unaware in our youth of the sobering truth
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| of the years that came after
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| We laughed at other men for we were heroes then
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| and heaven smiled above
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| La boheme, la boheme
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| Oh hungry you, oh hungry me La boheme, la boheme
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| See the old world that could not see
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| All those innocent hearts
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| who imagined their arts could be casually mastered
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| I miss them every one
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| for the sands of time have run away for each and all
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| But it seems that our schemes were impossible dreams
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| that could never have lasted
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| for when we walked at last the great parade had passed
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| and spring had lost its way
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| La boheme, la boheme
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| Someone to care, someone to mind
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| La boheme, la boheme
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| We were in love and love is blind
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| Now and then I return
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| and the memories burn with a bittersweet aching
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| I climb the same old stairs
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| but no-one longer cares
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| and there’s no-one left to great
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| in the streets where we walked and the bars where we talked
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| of a world we were making
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| I stand upon that hill until I drink my fill
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| and leave it all behind
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| La boheme, la boheme
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| Moments of joy, moments of pain
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| La boheme, la boheme
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| Nothing can bring them back again |