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Текст (слова) песни: John Cale - Paris 1919
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
Shed open up the door and vaguely carry us away
Its the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on fridays shed be there
And on wednesday not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
Youre a ghost la la la
Youre a ghost
Im in the church and Ive come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la
The continents 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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