They called me the Winter Velodrome
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Gentlemen, ladies, and bikes
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On the oval track beneath my glass roof
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I've seen tough guys
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Boxers, Piaf, Yvette Horner
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They called me the Winter Velodrome
And from summer to winter
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We had fun under my glass roof
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Some of the finest hours under my glass roof
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Nonchalantly, from up in the stands
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They shouted hurrahs
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The poor up top and the rich down below
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There was even green grass
In the middle of all that
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And all Paris pulsed inside me
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They called me the Winter Velodrome
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My finest hours under my glass roof
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For real, I remember
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Uniforms, revolvers
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They called me the Winter Velodrome
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I've seen lots of kids
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Still played in the puddles
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On the oval track beneath my glass roof
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I've seen old folks
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Die like dogs, on their backs
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They called me the Winter Velodrome
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They locked up under my glass roof
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For real, I remember
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That they deported to hell