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A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses |
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A secret rendezvous they planned for days. |
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A sea of faces in a crowded cafe, |
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A sound of laughter as the music plays. |
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Jean-Claude was a student at the University, |
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Louise-Marie is just a world away. |
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He recall the night they met was warm with laughter |
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The words were music as she turned away. |
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I'll meet you at midnight, |
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Under the moonlight, |
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I'll meet you at midnight... |
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But Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be... |
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Each cigarette would light a thousand faces, |
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Each hour that pass seem like a thousand years. |
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Midnight was turning into empty spaces |
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The sound of laughter disappeared. |
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I'll meet you at midnight, |
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Under the moonlight, |
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I'll meet you at midnight... |
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Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be... |
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A summer morning on Les Champs Elyses, |
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The empty table in the street cafe. |
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The sunlight melting through an open doorway, |
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Jean-Claude has left to face another day. |
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I'll meet you at midnight, |
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Under the moonlight, |
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I'll meet you at midnight... |
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I'll meet you at midnight, |
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Under the moonlight, |
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I'll meet you at midnight... |
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Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be ... |
