The last time I saw Paris
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Her heart was warm and gray
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I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
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The last time I saw Paris
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Her trees were dressed for spring
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And lovers walked beneath those trees
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And birds found songs to sing
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I dodged the same old taxicabs
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That I had dodged for years
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The chorus of the squeaky horns
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Was music to my ears
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Oh the last time I saw Paris
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Her heart was warm and gay
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No matter how they changed her
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I'll remember her ah that way
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Dodged the same old taxicabs
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That I had dodged for years
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The chorus of the squeaky horns
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Was music to my ears
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Yeh, the last time I saw Paris
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Her heart was warm and gay
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No matter how they change her
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I'll remember her that way
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The last time I saw Paris
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The last time I saw Paris
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The Last Time I Saw Paris
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| Dean Martin |
