I heard you went to France
Did you walk along the Seine
Watched lovers hand in hand
Did you softly call my name
When I sat on a bench after tuilerie
And remembered I spoke french
Did you have an ache for me
when the river of regret
Rushes passed your door
Will you give me just a thought
Just to tuch my face once more
Well forgive me If I dream
Or hold on to memories
But sometimes what might have been
Washes over me
What might have been
If she hadn't caught your eyes
Cause I be the one you'd never leave
Who would grow old by your side
Well forgive me If I dream
Or hold on to memories
But sometimes what might have been
Washes over me
Washes over me
went to France
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