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Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance C'est tres jolie en Paris in the spring Watching all the lovers walk along the Seine Pitch a penny in her like a wishing well Feed the pigeons in the park near Tour-Eifelle
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance
There's a chapel "Sacre Coure" in quaint Montmarte In the open air the painters show their art In the restaurant sip a beaujolies What a perfect way to spend a lovely day
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance
Sunday morning, hear the bells of Notre Dame Watching belles jeunes filles and the handsome gendarmes Near the Arc De Triomphe on the Champs-Elysees Coffee and croissants in a sidewalk cafe
Some people go to see the races at Deauville Or weekend by the racing tides of Mont San Michelle Some take the tour of Chartres on an autobus While the writers and the artists never leave Mont Parnasse
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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