| My Baby Lives in Paris
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| Far from the Eiffel Tower
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| In his arrondissement
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| Nineteen lilies flower
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| Blooming in my flavor
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| Doing me a favor
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| Sweet smell of decision
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| Come closer, out of vision
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| The night brings us home
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| Where we can be skin and bone
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| My Baby Lives in Paris
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| He buys cigarettes
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| Downstairs at the Turkish tabac
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| Then past the Chinese market
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| For bread and pain au chocolat
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| Wake me up while they’re still hot
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| We eat our breakfast in bed
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| Café crème on my neck
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| In the morning, doves cry
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| The clouds part, and the sun shines
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| In the morning, doves cry
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| The clouds part, and the sun shines
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| Come, shower, get dressed
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| My baby lives in Paris
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| We walk up to the doorstep
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| Birthplace of Edith Piaf
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| I sing a song of hers and
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| A song of yours and mine and
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| Our love just beginning
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| I’m so full of longing
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| Oh j’aime, j’aime, j’aime, je t’aime
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| Oh je t’aime, t’aime, t’aime, je t’aime |