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The wands of smoke
are rising
From the walls
of the Bastille
And through the
streets of Paris
Runs a sense
of the unreal
The Kings have
all departed
Their servants
are nowhere
We burned out
all their mansions
In the name
of Robespierre
And still we wait
To see the day begin
Our time is wasting
in the wind
Wondering why-
Wondering why-
it echoes
Through the lonely
palace of Versailles
Inside the
midnight councils
The lamps are
burning low
On you sit and talk
all through the night
But there's just
no place to go
And Bonaparte
is coming
With his army
from the South
Marat your days
are numbered
And we live
hand to mouth
While- we wait
To see the day begin
Our time is wasting
in the wind
Wondering why-
Wondering why-
it echoes
Through the lonely
palace of Versailles
The ghost
of revolution
Still prowls
the Paris streets
Down all the
restless centuries
It wonders incomplete
It speaks inside
the cheap red wine
Of cafe summer nights
It's red and
amber voices
Call the cars
at traffic lights
Why do you wait
To see the day begin
Your time is wasting
in the wind
Wondering why-
Wondering why-
it echoes
Through the lonely
palace of Versailles
Wondering why
it echoes
Through the lonely
palace of Versailles