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I was happy in Marseille, with Jean-Paul. I used to smoke, he said: Giuseppa, it's awful to kiss a woman who tastes like cigarettes.
One fine day I went to France, I was wearing a french dress
And a young bourgeois boy asked me :
PEOPLE ARE CHASING ME
PEOPLE ARE CHASING ME
THEY THINK I'VE STOLEN THE MONEY
THEY ARE FOLLOWING ME
THEY ARE EVERYWHERE
WE NEED TO LEAVE
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