| The streets are covered in chalk | |
| The shops are boarded up | |
| The bodies are carried back down from the square | |
| He begins to wonder | |
| If it always was this hot | |
| Or is it just the clothes | |
| That he now wears | |
| Napoleon sheds his skin | |
| In the summer when the sun is high | |
| He never knows when to quit | |
| When to stop... | |
| Or when to say die | |
| Pick the bones, get a tan | |
| Or wander underground | |
| She would not have left him anyway | |
| Wait by the sea, wait in the sun | |
| As if the time stood still | |
| Did he get involved | |
| In whichever side that paid | |
| Napoleon sheds his skin | |
| In the summer when the sun is high | |
| He never knows when to quit | |
| When to stop... | |
| Or when to say die | |
| And time stands still behind the distant gates | |
| Time moves on outside in the sun | |
| Then he wonders which side he's really on | |
| Then he doesn't care | |
| It's so gray in there | |
| He just wants to get back to her... | |
| Napoleon sheds his skin | |
| In the summer when the sun is high | |
| He never knew when to quit | |
| When to stop... | |
| Or when to say die... | |
| She waits for him by the wharf | |
| By the sea where they used to go | |
| She sings a song that they'd sing | |
| Then waits for the echo... | |
| Napoleon | |
| Sheds his skin | |
| Napoleon | |
| Sheds his skin | |
| Napoleon | |
| Sheds his skin | |
| I've got to get out of here | |
| Can she save me | |
| I've got to get out of here | |
| Can she save me | |
| I've got to get out of here... | |
| Can you hear me... |
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