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Jean Cocteau is covered in butter |
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the ghosts of cappuccino and Zaza hover |
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in the hallway where the devil and his lover |
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beg you for change on the sly |
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there's nothing really like French blues |
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blown by the unknown soldier in you |
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to all of your regrets and your rues |
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I'll meet you down there when I try |
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but do you ever wonder where you go when you die |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
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Oh take better care of your heart |
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and you'll be opening a swiss bank account |
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let go go for now play a part |
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or you'll be swimming those milk clouds on high |
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But do you ever wonder where you go when you die |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
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Yeah do you ever wonder where you go when you die |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
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Yeah do you ever wonder where you go when you die |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
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Emile's vietnam in the sky |
