Lady on a train, traveling there, see she's got flowers in her hair
Bet she isn't going where I'm going, they don't do that there
Gentleman on a train, sitting in the seat, smiling and there's no one near him
Bet he isn't going where I'm going, people do not speak
Oh, city of love, what has become of you?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, city of love, what has become of you?
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