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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