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 Housman Boulevard
Parisian music, drifting from the bars
Tu cherches quoi
Rencontrer la mort
Tu te prend pour qui
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
Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs des photos
Sans regret, sans mélo
La porte est claqué, Joel est barré

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