I'm a legionnaire
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Camel in disrepair
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Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
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I am on reprieve
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Lacking my joie de vive
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Missing my gay paris
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In this desert dry
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And I wrote my girl
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Told her I would not return
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Terribly taken a turn
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For the worse now I fear
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It's been a year or more
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Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
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Fighting in a foreign war
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So far away from my home
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If only summer rain would fall
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On the houses and the boulevards
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And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
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With the roar of cars
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And the lulling of the cafe bars,
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The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
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Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
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La la la la dam
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La la la low
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Medicating in the sun
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Pinched doses of laudanum
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Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland
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Curses to this mirage!
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A bottle of ancient Chiraz
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A smattering of distant applause
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Is ringing in my poor ears
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On the old left bank
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My baby in a charabanc
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Riding up the width and length
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Of the Champs Elysees
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If only summer rain would fall
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On the houses and the boulevard
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And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
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With the roar of cars
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And the lulling of the cafe bars
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The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
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Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
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If only summer rain would fall
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On the houses and the boulevard
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And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream
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With the roar of cars
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And the lulling of the cafe bars
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The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
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Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...
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Be back again,
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Be back again,
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I'll be back again
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The Legionnaire's Lament
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| The Decemberists |
