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Left bank caf
é,
Strollin the quays,
Watching the boats on the Seinecome back again.
Where is that girl I met,
That girl that made me get those
Paris blues and wonder?
Why did I have to roam?I was so much at home,
Ev'ry lovely eveningin a cozy caf
é,
Sipping champagnealong the main boulevards.
She was so fine,just like the wine.
Now ev'ry day is black.
Please, someone, send her backso I can lose those Paris blues.
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