| The glamour’s gone
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| The shades are down
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| And Paris is only a lonely town
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| Lonely
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| When love’s a laugh
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| And you’re the clown
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| Then paris is only another town
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| Dreary
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| For the lovers clown
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| This town’s a weary merry go round
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| And round and round
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| The chestnut, the willow, the colors of Utrillo
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| Turn to grey, grey hues
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| The band playing vyse
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| Along the Champs Elysees
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| Sounds like wake up blues
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| Paris is a lonely, dreary, oh so lonely town
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| Where’s that shining flower
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| 'Neath the Eiffel tower?
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| Where’s that fairy land of gold?
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| Isn’t it a pity that this magic city
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| Turned suddenly cold?
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| The chimneys moan
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| The river cries
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| Each glamorous bridge is a bridge of sighs
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| River, river, won’t you be my lover?
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| Don’t turn me down
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| For Paris is such a lonely, lonely town |