| There’s no moon, no moon in Paris
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| And it’s very lonely here tonight
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| Everywhere else there’s a full moon
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| But not here, not now, and nothing’s going right
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| What can I do but pretend to be brave
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| And pretend to be strong when I’m not?
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| There’s no moon, no moon in Paris tonight
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| And it’s lonely and that’s all I got
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| No moon, no moon in Paris
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| And it’s very lonely here tonight
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| When I think of all the moons that shone for us
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| So distantly
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| All through the full moon night
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| It always made me gasp
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| Gasp with love to see
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| But that was when I still loved you
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| And you loved me
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| There’s no moon, no moon in Paris tonight
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| And it’s lonely, and that’s all I got
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| Everything passes, everything changes
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| There’s no way to stay the same
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| As below, then so above
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| The only thing that stays the same is love
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| I’ve seen the moon in Morocco
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| And I’ve seen the moon in Brazil
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| Oh, I’ve seen it in the darkest times
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| Coming over the hill
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| In Martinique it shines on the sea
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| But in Paris it usually shines on me
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| There’s no moon, no moon in Paris
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| And it’s lonely, as lonely as can be |