| As a teenage girl in Texas, raised on dust and weeds and cactus
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| She first saw pictures of the river Seine
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| From her window late at night, she’d pretend the stars were lights
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| Of the cafes in the St. Germain des Pres
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| And she longed to see the world, and converse with other girls
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| As they laughed and talked and walked along the boulevard
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| To float to Paris and the lights in a taxi late at night
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| Seems like a leap of faith to make from this old farm
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| But she made herself a promise that someday she’d celebrate
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| Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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| After college she got married, she worked in theatre and had some babies
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| Her life took on directions of its own
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| She became a working mother, she lived her life for others
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| For her husband, for the children and her home
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| Then one day her grown daughter said, she was off to Europe and
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| Have you ever thought about it Mom?
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| She said of course I used to honey, a lot when I was your age
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| But I hadn’t thought about it much until right now
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| She remembered the promise, that someday she’s celebrate |
| Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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| She sees how quickly life can pass by, how easily a dream dies
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| You can’t just live your life for someone else
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| So she boards the plane for Paris, she thinks she’ll need a new dress
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| As she keeps that birthday promise to herself
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| Oh she thought she’d do it sooner, seems so important to her
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| But life moves on when you’re off making plans
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| But every now and then it happens, a chance appears for you to grab it
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| That’s why this time she just couldn’t let it pass
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| Cause she made herself a promise that someday she’d celebrate
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| Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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| And later take a walk beside the Seine |