Lyrics I've Seen That Face Before (Libertango) - Grace Jones
                                                Strange, 
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                that 
                                                face 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seen 
                                                him 
                                                hanging 
                                                'round 
                                                my 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                hawk 
                                                stealing 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                prey
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strange, 
                                                he 
                                                shadows 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Footsteps 
                                                echo 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                stones,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rainy 
                                                nights, 
                                                on 
                                                Hausmann 
                                                Boulevard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Parisian 
                                                music, 
                                                drifting 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                bars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tu 
                                                cherches 
                                                quoi, 
                                                rencontrer 
                                                la 
                                                mort
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tu 
                                                te 
                                                prends 
                                                pour 
                                                qui, 
                                                toi 
                                                aussi 
                                                tu 
                                                deteste 
                                                la 
                                                vie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dance 
                                                in 
                                                bars 
                                                and 
                                                restaurants
 
                                    
                                
                                                Home 
                                                with 
                                                anyone 
                                                who 
                                                wants
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strange 
                                                he's 
                                                standing 
                                                there 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Staring 
                                                eyes 
                                                chill 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dans 
                                                sa 
                                                chambre, 
                                                Joel 
                                                et 
                                                sa 
                                                valise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Un 
                                                regard 
                                                sur 
                                                ses 
                                                fringues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sur 
                                                les 
                                                murs, 
                                                des 
                                                photos
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sans 
                                                regret, 
                                                sans 
                                                mélo
 
                                    
                                
                                                La 
                                                porte 
                                                est 
                                                claquée, 
                                                Joel 
                                                est 
                                                barré
 
                                    
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