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
Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone you want
Strange he's standing there below
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 m?lo
La porte est claqu?e, Joel est barr?
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