| The train pulled into paris like a rocket to the moon
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| The station’s like a circus every face is a cartoon
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| Everybody’s stoned on pride and drunk on cheap champagne
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| Tonight this joie de vivre sure don’t live up to its name
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| And now all that i can say
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| Is i’d give this world to you
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| Every rock and every stone every masterpiece in rome
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| And if you asked me to
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| I’d steel the mona lisa, tear it up in little pieces
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| And lay them at your feet
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| For all the world to see
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| But tonight i can’t give you paris
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| Aristocrats are everywhere
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| And the air’s as thick as thieves
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| She’d like nothing better than to steal the breathe from me
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| The tower’s lights ain’t shinin' as it hangs its head in shame
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| At the sight of american blood on the streets of st. |
| germain
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| Washin' up into the seine
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| And i’d give this world to you
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| I’d steal the crown and kingdom from the queen of england
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| And if you asked me to
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| I’d take this city in my hands, break it down in grains of sand
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| And lay them at your feet
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| For all the world to see
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| But tonight i can’t give you paris |