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Listen to me, let me speak of
Wondrous works of art,
That dwell within that fabled city,
Its architecture fills my heart.
Let me tell you I have seen
Where great ideas are born,
Illuminating all the darkness
In the corners of the world.
Ask of me, I will tell you...
Let your conscience be your guide.
There's nothing but a hellhole here
While Paris waits, your virgin bride.
Is it true, were you once a pupil
Of the great Mozart?
It's true, but I was hopeless then
Clumsy as a horse and cart.
Could it be I dreamt so long
To act upon the stage and sing.
The footlights smoking at my feet
As curtains rise like velvet wings.
Come with me, let me show you
The opera and the comedy,
The Latin Quarter where the girls
Are raven haired and fancy free.
You'll play the dashing rogues
And infiltrate the grand salons
And walk in wonder through the Louvre
Across the Seine to the Sorbonne.
In cafes we will feed our heads
With absinthe and philosophy.
Engage the students of Voltaire
And damn the aristocracy.
In Paris the bells of Notre Dame ring out,
In Paris we'll trade our soft voices for shout.
I'll not rest until the ramparts of that city
Stand before us bright and clear.

Penniless in Paris is better than the life we're leading here.
In Paris we'll search for fame.
In Paris we'll be born again.
And though the streets aren't paved with gold,
In Paris we'll put our trust.
For Paris, she was made for us.
Paris, she was made for us.
In Paris we will liberate our souls.
I've heard that there's infernal noise,
The stench and cut-throats out to rob,
The hungry crowds that fill the street
Where anarchy consumes the mob.
And so there is, and in this life,
There's always two sides to a coin.
There's no adventure without danger,
It's lions not sheep we're off to join.
We'll rent a room above the din,
Somewhere along the Boulevard
And find employment on the stage,
The unwashed mass we'll disregard.
And what of Marie Antoinette?
She dances at the Palais Royal,
Along with all the common folk.
I hear they call her 'Louis Whore'.

My friend the Monarchian God
Are out of touch and out of vogue.
But can men live without belief
Change is coming so I'm told.
Fashion there is everything,
But still there is a call to science.
It's time of reason, not suspicion.
All nations worldwide look to France.
And bright you'll shine, a brand new star.
You will play the violin!
We'll take the city by the throat...
And revel in it's glorious sin.
Ring us wine us, raise a toast
To the eighteenth century man.
We are the vintage of an era,
Golden sons of Abraham.
In Paris the bells of Notre Dame ring out,
In Paris we'll trade our soft voices for shout.
I'll not rest until the ramparts of that city
Stand before us bright and clear.

Penniless in Paris is better than the life we're leading here.
In Paris we'll search for fame.
In Paris we'll be born again.
And though the streets aren't paved with gold,
In Paris we'll put our trust.
For Paris, she was made for us.
Paris, she was made for us.
In Paris we will liberate our souls.

Lyrics was added by Akhlis

Lyrics was corrected by Akhlis

Video was added by Akhlis


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