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  1. November in Paris

From the recording South on East Street

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Lyrics

NOVEMBER IN PARIS

Well I'm walking through the sunny streets of Paris
For what could be the last time
To tell her that we once knew paradise
When she called me hers and I called her mine
But these streets have seen more sorrow
Seen more tears than I'll ever know
This elegant stone and antique wood
Can take a joke more than I ever could

Well they're running through the bloody streets of Paris
For what will be there last time
Oh so certain they'll find paradise
At the flick of a switch on a land mine
But these streets have seen more sorrow
Seen more tears than they'll ever know
This elegant stone and antique wood
Can take a joke more than they ever could

Well they're standing in the rainy streets of Paris
At the scene of the first crime
No there's never been a lie like paradise
As the rain falls and the bells chime.