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John Cale
PARIS 1919
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PARIS 1919,
John Cale
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She makes me so unsure of myself
standing there but never talking sense
just a visitor you see
so much wanting to be seen
she'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to say or do
to a disappointed proud man in his grief
and on fridays she'd be there
and on wednesday not at all
just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost la la la
you're a ghost
i'm in the church and i've come
to claim you with my iron drum
la la la
The continent's just fallen in disgrace
william william william rogers put it in its place
blood and tears from old japan
caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
singing crying singing tediously
(les tuilleries -- instruments sans voix)
efficiency efficiency they say
get to know the date and tell the time of day
as the crowds begin complaining
how the beaujolais is raining
down on darkened meetings on champs elysee
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She makes me so unsure of myself standing there but never talking sense just a visitor you see so much wanting to be seen she'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do to a disappointed proud man in his grief and on fridays she'd be there and on wednesday not at all just casually appearing from the clock across the hall You're a ghost la la la you're a ghost i'm in the church and i've come to claim you with my iron drum la la la The continent's just fallen in disgrace william william william rogers put it in its place blood and tears from old japan caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor singing crying singing tediously (les tuilleries -- instruments sans voix) efficiency efficiency they say get to know the date and tell the time of day as the crowds begin complaining how the beaujolais is raining down on darkened meetings on champs elysee
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