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Not tonight Josephine
In an armys strength
Therein lies the denouemnet
From here youve haunting me
By the seine so beautiful
Only not ot be of use
Impossible
So strange
Victory - 1,200 spires
Th only sound
Moscow turning
Empth like the Tuileries
Like a dream
Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible
In the last extrmity
To advance or not to advance
I hear you laughing
Even still youre calling me
Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight
Josephine
Translate to:
Not tonight Josephine
In an armys strength
Therein lies the denouemnet
From here youve haunting me
By the seine so beautiful
Only not ot be of use
Impossible
So strange
Victory - 1,200 spires
Th only sound
Moscow turning
Empth like the Tuileries
Like a dream
Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible
In the last extrmity
To advance or not to advance
I hear you laughing
Even still youre calling me
Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight
Josephine