Bon voyage

I hate goodbyes so much

My French was never good enough



Bon voyage

In Paris now it's summer

The winter has come back here again



Ring me on any Sunday

I'm usually at home

So don't believe you'll ever be alone



And you remember me

And I-I remember-er you

Those dreams we had somewhere

A long-long time ago



Send me a postcard

A picture of the Rivieria

I'll send you a few of Sydney Harbour



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Ring me on any Sunday

I'm usually at home

Paint me some pictures on the phone



Bon voyage

I hate goodbyes so much

Say it once, it's never said enough



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