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Artist:Cale John
Taken from the album Paris 1919 by Cale John
Album:Paris 1919
Track:Paris 1919
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics: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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