| Walking down the avenues and all that I need
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| Is in one hand a cigarette, in the other one my sweethearts hand
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| Walking down the tuileries, wherever we sit with our six-string
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| The people would dance on the streets and would sing
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| Going up to sacre-coeur, what can I say?
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| Well the painters are painting and music will play all night
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| Back to where we’re coming from, we sleep for a while
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| And the moon hits our eyes in this wonderful, wonderful night
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| Paris in springtime, making you all mine
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| There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
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| Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
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| Suddenly the rain falls down, we’re trying to hide
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| Under trees on the champs elysées while the lights go down
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| I take my guitar in hands and play for a while
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| And a warm breeze is carrying the clouds away into the night
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| Paris in springtime, making you all mine
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| There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
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| Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
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| As we come to chatelet
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| We sit into a nice cafe
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| And we spend our last coins
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| Going down to Luxembourg
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| Passing by la rue du jour
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| Singing one of our favourite tunes
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| Then you put your arm around me, everything’s fine
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| And we pass through the arc de triomphe where a beggar lies
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| Wrapped in ragged clothes he begs for some coins
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| But we haven’t got anythimg anymore for him tonight
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| Paris in springtime, making you all mine
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| There is a perfume that fills every boulevard
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| Walking along the seine, taking you by the hand
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts
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| Paris in springtime has taken our hearts |