You lie in peaceful slumbers
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But yet so proud
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So safe the second city
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Houses reach the skyline and
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Far below the narrow streets that sing
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With the movement of the crowd
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No break from daily changes
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As life goes on
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Secure as French men can be
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Fill your time with love and wine
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And in your heart you'll know as long as you
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There will always be a song
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Then on a winter's day
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With your face against the cold and rain
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In the wind there's changes
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The rivers rise
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The water grips the town - tears fill her eyes
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Chorus:
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I'm standing here which way to go
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The crossroads call, but they don't know
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Midnight, caught inside
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I'm standing here, could all be lost
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The crossroads call
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You've stood so long
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It weaves the strangest picture
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Of silky thread
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The shadows cast reflection
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Lyons as the water's bed
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Trees that stand look straight ahead
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And search for a sight of distant land
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This was a winter's day
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In your heart you felt the cold and rain
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Change the wind to silence
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There's not a sound
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Silver patterns run and dance
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Upon the ground
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Chorus
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THE FLOOD AT LYONS
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| The Renaissance |
