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My father always promised us |
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That we would live in France |
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We'd go boating on the Seine |
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And I would learn to dance |
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We lived in Ohio then |
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He worked in the mines |
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On his dreams like boats |
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We knew we would sail in time |
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All my sisters soon were gone |
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To Denver and Cheyenne |
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Marrying their grownup dreams |
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The lilacs and the man |
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I stayed behind the youngest still |
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Only danced alone |
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The colors of my father's dreams |
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Faded without a sound |
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And I live in Paris now |
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My children dance and dream |
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Hearing the ways of a miner's life |
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In words they've never seen |
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I sail my memories of home |
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Like boats across the Seine |
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And watch the Paris sun |
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Set in my father's eyes again |
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My father always promised us |
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That we would live in France |
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We'd go boating on the Seine |
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And I would learn to dance |
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I sail my memories of home |
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Like boats across the Seine |
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And watch the Paris sun |
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Set in my father's eyes again |
