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All these streets
Echo still
In my head

Where the past
Sirens shrill
As I tread

On Boule'-Miche'
Autumn day
Weather fine

Salad rolls
On display
In a line

Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin

At Dupont's
Hours we passed
Sitting here

The day off
That could last
For a year

Finals came
The next morning
To shake

Our sore heads
Without warning
Awake

Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin

That old dear
Offered young
Love for sale

For the drunkards
That clung
To her tail

Parting me
From my cash
Where love's sold

Was no harder
Than catching
A cold

Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin

A professor
That shares
His wise words

Shame it's just
For the chairs
And the birds

When the reason
Today
That you learn

Is the question
Of what
You can earn

Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin
Quartier Latin

The years fade
In a wink
Gone so fast

Then return
And you sink
In the past

Rows of shops
Rue Soufflot
Looks so grey

No more words
Time to go
Nought to say

That's where it began
Now I'm a different man

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