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Thinking How I’ll Feel When I Find…

I deal in dreamersAnd telephone screamersLately I wonder what I do it forIf l had my wayI’d just walk out those doorsAnd wanderDown the Champs ElyseesGoing cafe to cabaretThinking how I’ll feel when I findThat very good friend of mineI was a free man in ParisI felt unfettered and aliveNobody was calling me up for…