Of course, it's not the Seine
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It's not the Bois de Vincennes
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But it's still lovely all the same
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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No quays and no old tunes
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That lament and drag along
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But love still blooms there
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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They know better than we do, I think
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The story of our French kings
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Herman, Peter, Helga and Hans
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And let nobody take offense
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But the tales of our childhood
Begin with once upon a time
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Of course we've got the Seine
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And then our Bois de Vincennes
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But God, how beautiful the roses are
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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We've got our wan mornings
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And Verlaine's gray soul
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They, they're melancholy itself
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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When they don't know what to say to us
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They just stay there smiling at us
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But we still understand them
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The blond kids of Göttingen
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And too bad for those who are surprised
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And may the others forgive me
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But kids, they're the same
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In Paris or in Göttingen
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Oh, make it so it never returns
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The time of blood and hate
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Because there are people I love
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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And if the alarm were to ring
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If we had to take up arms again
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My heart would shed a tear
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For Göttingen, for Göttingen
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But it's still lovely all the same
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In Göttingen, in Göttingen
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And if the alarm were to ring
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If we had to take up arms again
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My heart would shed a tear
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For Göttingen, for Göttingen