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I can still hear him playing, April in Paris |
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Dexter's blowing his horn |
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It's a used up tune for a faded moon |
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And played for the memory of something that's gone |
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Plays like a lover, who's holding a dream |
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When he knows that the dream won't last |
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He's going down slow, but scared he's to let go |
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Deep down he knows, the dreaming has passed |
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One hit of *******, one hit of horse |
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He'll take what's on offer today |
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It's a losers refrain to come back again |
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That thin line of snow to blow you away |
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He says "Buy me a vin rouge, buy me a beer |
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As he sits in The Blue Note Cafe |
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He's ending his days in a purple haze |
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As pink and blue neon drag night into day |
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And the dancers have left the floor |
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And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door |
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The old man's hung up his horn |
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He's playing no more |
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It's not for the money, it's not for the fame |
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It's for something that sings through it all |
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When the music rings true, your soul comes through |
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And that's what you do, 'til you hear the last chord |
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They say we go out, the way we came in |
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It's how we played it that marks out the man |
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If we can leave a trace of beauty and grace |
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Then it wasn't for nothing, just part of the plan |
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And the dancers have left the floor |
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And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door |
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The old man's hung up his horn |
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He's playing no more |
