| Le Méridien |
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| Accross the river thames |
| On a sunday morning |
| The smell of the air |
| A tiny noise |
| Dark blades of grass |
| Trees and big clouds |
| Factory smokes |
| And plastic balloons |
| Moving around the meridian line |
| And hearing from here |
| Some silly jokes |
| Familys strolls |
| Children circles |
| Couples kissing |
| And grand’ma’s sitting |
| Today there’s a frontier |
| A big white line |
| Today season’s changing |
| What’s comming next |
| Everything is in it’s write place |
| Today someone is missing |
| This a point blank |
| A little later |
| On a sunday night |
| Sitting on a train |
| Under the sea |
| Lights are flashing |
| Speed and fat boys |
| Computer’s screens |
| Smoking second classe |
| No troubles here |
| A safety place |
| Drinking coffee |
| In a plastic cup |
| Wrinting postcards |
| Nothing in mind |
| All is quiet |
| Under control |
| Tonight there’s a frontier |
| A big white line |
| Wright on the middle |
| Of the channel |
| Tonight I’m back in France |
| What’s comming next |
| Tonight someone’s missing |
| This is a point blank |
