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Strange, I've seen that face before Seen him hanging round my door Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day Strange, he shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stones Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars Tu cherches quoi Rencontrer la mort Tu te prends pour qui Toi aussi tu detestes la vie Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange he's standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise Un regard sur ses fringues Sur les murs, des photos Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise From Letras Mania