LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
People told me that betting was so magical
Let the most romantic hearts
Let themselves be robbed by its beauty, you know
I must have seen this side certainly more tragic
Where poor people survive without money
On the sidewalks with babies and strollers
In the back of the picture
The back of the postcard
Three million ants running
Within the capital
The lights of the city
Tell you his story
They give us a little hope
I've been kissing you hard since paname
The subway sings, the sky is gray
The colour of the macadam
It's not really that I was told
I've been kissing you hard since paname
Happy people are not from here
Everyone is looking for their place
In the streets of paname
I was described betting
Like a pretty poem
In Montmartre we sing 'the bohemian'
Lovers kiss under the eiffel tower
I took the time to see while walking in the city
Humans marked by life
The hope that, in the eyes of some, dies
All the other side of the scene
The back of the postcard
Three million ants running
Within the capital
The lights of the city
Tell you his story
They give us a little hope
I've been kissing you hard since paname
The subway sings, the sky is gray
The colour of the macadam
It's not really that I was told
I've been kissing you hard since paname
Happy people are not from here
Everyone is looking for their place
In the streets of paname
I'm walking around in a paname
I'm walking around in a paname
I'm walking around in a paname
I've been kissing you hard since paname
The subway sings, the sky is gray
The colour of the macadam
It's not really that I was told
I've been kissing you hard since paname
Happy people are not from here
Everyone is looking for their place
In the streets of paname
In the streets of paname
Everyone is looking for their place
In the streets of paname