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Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street
Locked up in his aquarium
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Inside his private quarters
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Mister fine-tunes his reforms
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Far from the street rumors
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Under the gilding of his palace
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Mister talks to himself
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In sophisticated words
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Hasn't learned the Yellow Vests
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And the calls to the pillory
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And the entire ENA flies away
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The big school of life
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Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
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Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
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Allies are the enemies
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And the vultures of the homeland
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Circle around the palace
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Of a country in fire and blood
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Of workers, of big bosses
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Of the great and the little people
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In the languor of protocols
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Mister walled up in his silence
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Feeds on Bristol index cards
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That let him discover France
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Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
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Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
Who'll dare report to him
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That one sees in him outside the palace
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A statesman without pants
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All the heroes who died for France
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Join him on the doorstep
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Ain't she pretty, my presidency
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Far from the city's racket
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Far from revolts and hate
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For his Republican Guard
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Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
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Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
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Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
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Isolates, isolates, a prince at the Élysée