Since you left, Lyon is a train station and I remained a Lyonnais.
You are on the line, me at the luggage office with my coins.
And the clock towers choke me.
Every second kills me.
Do we know where you stay? When will you return?
How pointed these questions are.
And along the Rhône, it's for your ghost that I let my hand hang.
Cursing your name because, from the cabin, you make me take the path.
And the clock towers choke me.
Every second kills me.
Do we know where you stay? When will you return?
How pointed these questions are, how pointed these questions are.
And then you return to my daily life, I learn from the daily news
That today the bells celebrate your wedding with another, my love.
And the clock towers choke me.
Every second kills me.
Do we know where you stay? When will you return?
Devil, these questions are pointed.
When other encounters unsettle my watch, then I know rest
But every time I hear about you, I run after my hat.
And the clock towers choke me.
Every second kills me.
Do we know where you stay? When will you return?
How pointed these questions are, how pointed these questions are.

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