Not tonight, Josephine
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In an army's strength therein
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lies the denouement
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From here you're haunting me
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by the Seine so beautiful
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only not to be of use
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Impossible, impossible
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So strange, victory, 1,200 spires
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the only sound was Moscow burning
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Empty like the Tuileries
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Like a dream Vienna seems
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only not to be of use
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Impossible, impossible
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For the last extremity, to advance
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or not to advance
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I hear you laughing
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Even still you're calling me
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not tonight, not tonight
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not tonight, Josephine
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Josephine
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Allison Crowe |