| From his driftwood castle
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| Comes a song I’ve heard before
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| A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
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| «La Vie En Rose» arpeggios
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| So the dream begins
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| And the song is amplified
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| Buy the Beaujolais, on Bastille day
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| He dances in the tide
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| By the light of the moon
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| He’s a Frenchman for the night
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| By the light of the moon
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| It’ll be all right
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| Well it takes him back
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| To the days of love and war
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| And the girl he knew with eyes of blue
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| Waiting on the shore
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| If he’d only known
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| How the years would fly on by
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| Such a simple crime, he’s run out of time
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| So he reaches for the sky
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| Blame it on the Champs Elysees
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| Blame it on a tune
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| Blame it on the stroke of Monet
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| But you can’t escape the moon
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| He sees the stars above
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| As the floor to heavens light
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| While the angels taunt «C'est une nuit blanche»
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| He’s a Frenchman for the night
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| From a driftwood castle
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| Comes a song I’ve heard before
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| A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
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| «La Vie En Rose» arpeggios |