He Went to Paris
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[Verse 1]
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He went to Paris, lookin' for answers, to questions that bothered him so.
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He was impressive, young and agressive, savin' the world on his own.
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But the warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheeses, put his ambition at bay.
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The summers and winters, scattered like splinters,
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And four or five years slipped away.


[Verse 2]
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Then he went to England, played the piano, and married an actress named Kim.
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They had a fine life, she was a good wife, and bore him a young son named Jim.
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And all of the answers, and all of the questions, he locked in his attic one day,
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'Cause he liked the quiet, clean country livin',
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And twenty more years slipped away.


[Verse 3]
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Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady,
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And left him with only one eye.
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His body was battered, his whole world was shattered,
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And all he could do was just cry.
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While the tears were a-fallin', he was recallin', answers he never found.
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So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean,
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And left England without a sound.


[Verse 4]
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Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's,
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And drinks his Green Label each day.
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Writin' his memoirs, losin' his hearin',
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But he don't care what most people say.
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Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion,
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If he likes you, he'll smile then he'll say,
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"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic,
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But I had a good life all the way."
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And he went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.