I heard you went to France
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Did you walk along the seine
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Watched lovers hand in hand
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Did you softly call my name
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When you sat on a bench
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After tuilerie
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And remembered I spoke French
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Did you have an ache for me
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N' when the river of regret
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Rushes passed your door
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Will you give me just a thought
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And wish you loved me more
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Well, forgive me if I dream
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Or hold on to memories
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But sometimes what might have been
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Washes over me
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Then in some dark cafe
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Did you drink a glass of wine
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The colour of my lips
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After kissing you all night
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And my hair was such a mess
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By the time the mornin' came
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You held it off my neck
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Said you liked it best that way
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N' when the river of lost years
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Freezes at your door
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Will you scate across your tears
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Just to touch my face once more
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Well, forgive me if I dream
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Or hold on to memories
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But sometimes what might have been
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Washes over me
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What might have been
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If she hadn't caught your eye
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Would I be the one you'd never leave
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Who would grow old by your side
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Well, forgive me if I dream
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Or hold on to memories
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But sometimes what might have been
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Washes over me
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Washes over me
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I heard you went to france
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Washes Over Me
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| No Angels |
