I headed to Paname
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I crashed in tons of metro cars
While roaming its streets
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Its Haussmann boulevards
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Believe it or not, I turned Parisian
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But real quick, I got it
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That the finest picture
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Is the shade of gray up above
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So every day I sit down
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And I gaze at Paris rooftops
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In my tiny maid's room
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For sure, I bother nobody, no problem
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There’s nothing but students
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Eccentric old-timers
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Sometimes I feel like I’m in a Doisneau shot
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Is when everything's pitch-black
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The Eiffel Tower lights me with her beacon
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That’s my personal flashlight
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She sweeps the night nonstop
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Showing me Paris rooftops
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Showing me Paris rooftops
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Gotta say the world down below
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But what’re all those people chasing
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Me, when I’ve had enough
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When I can’t take the a**holes anymore
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Or when I’m sleepless, depends
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I pour myself a little drink
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It’s a year-round open museum
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And I dig in with all my heart
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When I get lost on Paris rooftops
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Cats slink around
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Living their laid-back lives
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Clay chimneys, gutters
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Between those taking off
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And the ones punks swipe
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That churns out clouds
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And laundry hanging on the floors
The Sacré-Cœur over there
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It’s the guardian of Paris rooftops
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It’s the guardian of Paris rooftops
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These swarming slate tiles
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I picture your body snoozing
As the crow flies, I admit
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People are kinda crazy, really
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Maybe you’re not asleep
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What’re you doing at this hour
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Maybe you’re like that too
Cigarette between your fingers
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To the two of us beneath one roof in Paris
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To the two of us beneath one roof in Paris