Strange, I’ve seen that face before
Seen him hanging round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stone
Rainy nights on Haussmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars
Toi aussi, tu detestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange, he’s standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs des photos sans regret
Sans melo?, la porte est claquee?
Bm7b5~F
Dm7b5~Ab
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E7
A7
Am
Em7b5~Bb
G7
B7~F~
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