| Every now and then again
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| I find an event in life that I can’t understand
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| Now
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| I don’t think that God or you had any masterplan
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| I can tell all that by the way that you lived
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| And the way that you eventually died
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| When I found out about you, Jerome, I cried
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| They flew the body
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| Back to the Patrie to be buried under Parisian skies
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| I was right here, thinking of the time you told me
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| I should leave town, go to the mountains, and get some peace of mind
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| The plan was to come back when I knew it was time
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| Come on tell me now, now where you at Jerome?
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| You were such a nice guy even your ghost is welcome in my home
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| I remember clear as day the night I ran into you with your friend
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| I was on vacation in the City of Light, stumbling drunkenly with mine
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| I said, «Monsieur, comment ça va? |
| Mais je crois que j’hallucine!»
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| Et c'était comme ci, comme ça, j’estime
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| This all means something to me now
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| But somehow back in the winter of ‘06
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| Such a coincidence couldn’t exist
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| Because things were going a little bit too rich and well
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| Well, it was the Spring when I came out of my shell
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| I couldn’t say if I fell out or said to hell with it
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| I really can’t tell
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| But I never made it back to that class
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| And I never finished that paper
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| You even said I could write to replace
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| An Incomplete a year later
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| It was a favor that was offered to me in an e-mail
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| A little bit down the road
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| Now I guess at your death with great detail
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| Please know that I’d sail across the whole Atlantic
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| I’d try to pay my respects and not panic
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| But I wrote a rap song about it cos my reaction is mechanic
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| And I can’t can it or capture the dead accurately in my canon
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| Pose un lapin holding a lantern
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| I’m a go ahead and hit my head on that god damn granite
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| I remember the time you said, «Man, I’m useless without my coffee,»
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| And I know that we had that in common
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| But I can’t help but wonder if there was another problem. |
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| Faculty members won’t talk about it
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| They think about it, but they keep it on the hush
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| And I’m sorry to your legacy, sir, if I talk too much
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| Come on tell me now, now where you at Jerome?
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| You were such a nice guy even your ghost is welcome in my home |