By The Seine Lyrics

	Oh poor Frankie’s sleeping by the Seine
	He’s lost his way, and the wayward artist’s name‘s
	washed with the rain
	Now he cries out
	We are here, this is the dogs
	Our stars are lost, but the pavement bares your name
	Down by the seine
	La de da da
	I wouldn’t have it any other way
	And so
	oh Frankie you’ll never know just why you set young lovers on their toes
	You’ve filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
	Sleeping by the seine
	The crowds are loud, the streets are black but still your paintings stare from the tarmac
	For now the moon shines bright upon those dark waters tonight
	Sleeping by the seine
	But they chased you down the Rue de Mon
	You were cursing like a scullion
	You found, your head stuck in a cloud
	And you cried
	If it was a sunny day
	All the cobbles would gleam down back hand way
	we shout, tonight, the Seine is ours

	Oh poor Frankie' s sleeping by the Seine
	He' s lost his way, and the wayward artist' s name' s
	washed with the rain
	Now he cries out
	We are here, this is the dogs
	Our stars are lost, but the pavement bares your name
	Down by the seine
	La de da da
	I wouldn' t have it any other way
	And so
	oh Frankie you' ll never know just why you set young lovers on their toes
	You' ve filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
	Sleeping by the seine
	The crowds are loud, the streets are black but still your paintings stare from the tarmac
	For now the moon shines bright upon those dark waters tonight
	Sleeping by the seine
	But they chased you down the Rue de Mon
	You were cursing like a scullion
	You found, your head stuck in a cloud
	And you cried
	If it was a sunny day
	All the cobbles would gleam down back hand way
	we shout, tonight, the Seine is ours

	Oh poor Frankie' s sleeping by the Seine
	He' s lost his way, and the wayward artist' s name' s
	washed with the rain
	Now he cries out
	We are here, this is the dogs
	Our stars are lost, but the pavement bares your name
	Down by the seine
	La de da da
	I wouldn' t have it any other way
	And so
	oh Frankie you' ll never know just why you set young lovers on their toes
	You' ve filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
	Sleeping by the seine
	The crowds are loud, the streets are black but still your paintings stare from the tarmac
	For now the moon shines bright upon those dark waters tonight
	Sleeping by the seine
	But they chased you down the Rue de Mon
	You were cursing like a scullion
	You found, your head stuck in a cloud
	And you cried
	If it was a sunny day
	All the cobbles would gleam down back hand way
	we shout, tonight, the Seine is ours

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