Song | I've Seen That Face Before |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Chill Out Dances - Dancing Into The Moonlight |
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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 who wants, | |
Strange he's standing there alone, | |
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 mélo, | |
La porte est claquée, Joel est barré. |
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 who wants, | |
Strange he' s standing there alone, | |
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 me lo, | |
La porte est claque e, Joel est barre. |
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 who wants, | |
Strange he' s standing there alone, | |
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 mé lo, | |
La porte est claqué e, Joel est barré. |