| I heard you went to france
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| Did you walk along the seine
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| Whatched lovers hand in hand
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| Did you softly call my name
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| When you sat on a bench
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| After tuilerie
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| And remembered I spoke french
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| Did you have an ache for me
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| N' when the river of regret
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| Rushes passed your door
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| Will you give me just a thought
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| And wish you loved me more
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| Well, forgive me if I dream
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| Or hold on to memories
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| But sometimes what might have been
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| Washes over me Then in some dark caf
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| Did you drink a glass of wine
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| The colour of my lips
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| After kissing you all night
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| And my hair was such a mess
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| By the time the mornin' came
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| You held it off my neck
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| Said you liked it best that way
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| N' when the river of lost years
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| Freezes at your door
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| Will you scate across your tears
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| Just to touch my face once more
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| Well, forgive me if I dream
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| Or hold on to memories
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| But sometimes what might have been
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| Washes over me What might have been
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| If she hadn’t caught your eye
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| Would I be the one you’d never leave
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| Who would grow old by your side
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| Well, forgive me if I dream
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| Or hold on to memories
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| But sometimes what might have been
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| Washes over me Washes over me I heard you went to France |