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Did they never tell you 'bout it baby

Did they never say it's tough

Are you never going to give up on that

Big romantic stuff

That French song playing on the radio at noon

The singer's name was Jean Michel and he's singing 'bout la lune

And she shivers as she comes awake

And remembers how to think

And she shakes the hair out of her eyes

But the daylight makes her blink

And the song it whispers in her mind like a half forgotten sigh

Of times of love the longest days and youth and endless skies

And ooh la la la

ooh la la la

Did they never tell you 'bout it baby

Did they never say it's tough

Are you never going to give up on that

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To ease the pain of it, to fill the empty void

She stores up ancient souvenirs like ravens with their hoards

It's not the getting old she minds, it's the meaningless of being

She thinks about all this while Jean sings about la vie

And accordions and violins take her back in time

When the only explanation was a kiss and love and life...

Did they never tell you 'bout it baby

Did they never say it's tough

Are you never going to give up on that

Big romantic stuff