Strange I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the pray
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stone
Rainy nights an hustling boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars
Tu cherches quoi, recontrer la mort?
Tu te prends pour qui
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