In a French cafE, under the moonlight
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Feel like I'm living in a Truffaut film
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In a French cafE, under the moonlight
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And I can't walk away again
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I spent a year or three or four astray
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But it still feels like yesterday
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How do you know when you've done the right thing
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Can you feel, with a heart of steel
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For all the miles that I've crawled this year
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I never expected to see you quite so clear
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Spent too many nights making my home at the bar
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But here we are
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Still got that feeling, I swear it'll never end
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Dragging me down, down, down
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It's like a scene in a magazine
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Like a postcard from a town
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French Cafe
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| Cletis Carr |
