The summer air was soft and warm
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The feeling right, the Paris night
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Did it's best to please us
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And strolling down the Elysee
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We had a drink in each cafe
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And you
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You talked of politics, philosophy and I
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Smiled like Mona Lisa
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We had our chance
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It was a fine and true romance
|
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I can still recall our last summer
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I still see it all
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Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
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Our last summer
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Memories that remain
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We made our way along the river
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And we sat down in the grass
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By the Eiffel tower
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I was so happy we had met
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It was the age of no regret
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Oh yes
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Those crazy years, that was the time
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Of the flower-power
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But underneath we had a fear of flying
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Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
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We took the chance
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Like we were dancing our last dance
|
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I can still recall our last summer
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I still see it all
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In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
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Our last summer
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Walking hand in hand
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Paris restaurants
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Our last summer
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Morning croissants
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Living for the day, worries far away
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Our last summer
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We could laugh and play
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And now you're working in a bank
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The family man, the football fan
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And your name is Harry
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How dull it seems
|
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
|
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I can still recall our last summer
|
I still see it all
|
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
|
Our last summer
|
Memories that remain
|
I can still recall our last summer
|
I still see it all
|
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
|
Our last summer
|
Walking hand in hand
|
Paris restaurants
|
Our last summer
|
Morning croissants
|
We were living for the day, worries far away...
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Our Last Summer
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| ABBA |
