Midnight In Paris
Roman Lewis
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E Emaj7 Life, full of foul playsE7 And rainy daysA That we don't account for theAm optimist's downfallG#m The cigarette buttF#m B Was smoked and then stubbed on myE heart N.C. E Emaj7 But still, a part of me won't let me see through this atrocityE7 A Love, a push and a shoveAm A kick in the nutsE G#m I'll come back despite the cutsF#m As for you, there are no buts [Chorus]E 'Cause where we go It's Midnight in ParisE7 Drinking wine on the terraceA Without a care it seemsF#m And all of the stars they gleamB A little bit brighterE I dream of the next time we go Where its Midnight in ParisE7 Looking out from the Ferris wheelA No, I didn't think love was realF#m But I guess I was wrongG#m But when I'm goneA B Will you still keep playing ourE song?Continúa después del anuncio[Verse 2]E To which we sang alongE7 And well to be honestA It was quite out of tuneAm But no we weren't modestG#m We shouted the strongestF#m E So they could hear us on the moon And oh that full moonE7 That made us go wildA But we were entitled toAm We were young, we were me and youG#m Didn't know what life could doF#m7 When it came down to going throughE the sticks and the stones [Chorus] N.C. E But where we went is it still Midnight in Paris?E7 Drinking wine on the terraceA Without a care does it seem?F#m And all of the stars do they gleamA B a little bit brighter?E And will there ever be a nextE Midnight in Paris? Or has the clock struck 13A And is 12 just a daydream?F#m And I could be wrong but now thatG#m I'm goneA B E Do you still keep playing our song? [Bridge]G#m A Cause me I do I still dream of youB And the Tour Eiffel it suits us wellE Don't you think so too? When harmony was me and youE7 When harmony was you and meA* B* Or did we only say itE figuratively? [Chorus] (in French)E Minuit à Paris L'amour dans la pluieE7 A La chaleur des bougiesF#m La cire a fondu sur moiB Le jour que tu m'asE Dis que c'était finisE Les Minuits à Paris Quand les rideaux c'etais tant-pisE7 A Et on même cassait les litsF#m Mais c'est plus comme çaG#m Mes mots maladroitsEm A Ont effrayerB E Ma jolie et mon amour à Paris