Eric Butterfield – Wake Me In Paris lyrics

I’ll meet you anywhere you say Wake me in Paris or Odessa or L. A. Say the word I’m on that plane I can’t put out this fire In the heat of July, Bastille Day We vowed to meet again on the Champs Elysées Meet me at the old cafe I’ll be there to hear you say I love you Face to face So wake me, first light in Paris Somewhere the light never fades I’m cursing the gods’ mortal

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