Our Lady of Pigalle (Batteau/KleinPeyroux)
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Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair,
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Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere?
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You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul,
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You're an empty altar that can make me whole.
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Can I take you somewhere, can I wipe your tears,
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Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here?
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You're the final offer for the men who call,
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My highest hiding place - Our lady of Pigalle.
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Will you be. ascending in this midnight heat
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On a flying buttress with stony feet?
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In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
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Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle.
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You're a young nobody, I'm a passing glance
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In the mad injustice of eternal romance;
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Beloved, broken into and caressed,
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You will bridge the waters and I'll give you rest.
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In the early hours when the streetlights fade,
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For my inquisition and my last crusade,
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You'll be savior, a reason for it all
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And I'll be blessed and favored - Our Lady of Pigalle.
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Will you be ascending in this midnight
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On a flying buttress with stony feet?
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In the revolutions we tear down your
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Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle
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Up to the places of your heart where souls wrestle
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angels in the dark -
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Ten thousand years the scent of life
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bottled up in you child,
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You're driving men wild!
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Can I buy you something, can I wash your feet
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Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
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I'm a young nobody, I'm a perfect soul,
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I can take you in, I can make you whole.
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Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
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On a flying buttress with stony feet?
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In the revolutions we tear down your walls,
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Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle
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Our Lady of Pigalle
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| Madeleine Peyroux |
