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Zazou, what you're gonna do? |
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There's a lot of people coming for you |
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Zazou, comment allez-vous? |
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A knock on the door in the night |
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That Zazou, he don't care |
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Dark glasses, long hair |
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Takes his time, sneers at men |
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Some ugly people want revenge |
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Zazou, comment allez-vous? |
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A knock on the door in the night |
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In the night |
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That Zazou, he sleeps all day |
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Then down to Select or Le Collisee |
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Sips his drinks, orders more |
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Says what he thinks and it's a crazy war |
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Zazou, what you're gonna do? |
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A knock on the door in the night |
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In the night |
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Zazou, comment allez-vous? |
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A knock on the door in the night |
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And when the soldiers strut, all he cares about is love |
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When the flags are out, all he cares about is love |
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Well, there's a thin line between love and crime |
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And in this situation |
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A thin line between love and crime and collaboration |
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In the night |
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Crime crime crime |
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Crime crime crime |
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Crime crime crime |
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In the night |
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In the night |
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Zazou, what you're gonna do? |
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There's a lot of people coming for you |
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Zazou, comment allez-vous? |
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A knock on the door in the night |
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Now everybody's under somebody's spell |
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Unless they've already gone to hell |
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In the streets you can hear the people say |
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'That, Zazou, he should be locked away!' |
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When the soldiers strut, all he cares about, is love |
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Oh, when the flags are out, all he cares about, is love |
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And there's a thin line between love and crime |
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And in this situation |
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A thin line between love and crime and collaboration |
