Grase Jones - I`ve seen thet fase before | Текст песни

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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 stones,

Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard,
Parisian music, drifting from the bars...

Dance in bars and restaurants,
Home with anyone who wants,
Strange he's standing there alone,
Staring eyes chill me to the bone.

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