Friendly people
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But I can't make out all the words
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Melodies so sweet through all the trees
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From different birds
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All around me
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Sights and sounds and songs I've never heard
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Swearing I'll be back again
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One more week might do me in
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And I stop to catch my breath
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On the slippery steps of Angouleme
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And with my little finger
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Across the town I write your name
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I can't stop drinking the wine
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Can't stop counting the days
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A world apart, an ocean away
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Just loving you baby
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Sittin' here, loving you
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From this little French cafe
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Oh, yeah
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Turn the bed down, baby
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Pray that jumbo plane's gonna bring me back
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Got roses and bazaracs
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Six Bordeauxs all in a sack
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We may know some scrapes
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But some things we won't ever lack
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All the fields of Beaujolais
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Couldn't buy you anyway
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Couldn't buy you babe
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Oh
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And I stop to catch my breath
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On the mighty steps of Angouleme
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And with my little finger
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Across the town I write your name
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I can't stop drinking the wine
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I can't stop counting the days
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A world apart, an ocean away
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Just loving you baby
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Sittin' here, loving you
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From this little French
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All the oysters in Marennes
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Whole French army and Charles de Gaulle
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A million Francs wouldn't phase me at all
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From loving you baby
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Sittin' here loving you
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From this little French cafe
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Sittin' here loving you
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From this little French cafe
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French Cafe
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Marc Broussard |