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In a little cafe a La Rue Du Soleil,
She happened to sit down beside me.
And sipping my tea made it easy to see,
Something was misplaced inside of me.

Chorus:
Is she looking at me?
Is she there behind the wall?
Is she made out of what's to be?
Meaning is she there at all?
In that little cafe I heard somebody say:
"Pardon Monsieur, may I have a light?"
And starting to smile, I was changing my style.
She smiled back, it seemed only right.

~ Chorus 2x ~

She's looking past me,
At someone who's walking past me.

C'est la vie. C'est la vie.

~ Repeat and fade ~

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