The guitar Don't Lie (Le marché aux puces)
Joe Dassin
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He sits all alone playing his guitar
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In the back of a small café
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No one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
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Just lets the music take him away
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Singing songs of love songs of broken hearts
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He's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
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But you keep going on when you're living on dreams
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You can feel it inside and the guitar don't lie
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There's a lady he knows who often comes by
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She's a nice little girl and she's heavily into the blues
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She requests the same song every night
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Says it reminds her of someone she knew
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A trace of her perfume floats across the room
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Once they were close shared all their dreams
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But now all that he feels is a physical thing
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They grow slowly apart and the guitar don't lie
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Some nights it gets cold it makes him aware
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The time's moving on and it's slipping away
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If you look close at his dark curly hair
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Under the lights there's traces of grey
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But he knows what it's all about to feel down and out
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He's been there before he's seen it all
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And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
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It's a crazy old life and the guitar don't lie
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The guitar don't lie ...
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