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[Verse 1]
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Where are all the satchel boys selling books outside the Metropole?
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Books to read in English, books of light and sorrow,
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Of this foreign land. And they are gone, and they've flown away.
[Verse 2]
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Where are all the cyclos, with their drivers pedaling grace,
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Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space in old Hanoi?
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And they grew wings, and they've flown away.
[Chorus]
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And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American,
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Searching these sacred streets for old Hanoi.
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And in all of these sacred things I’ve been blessed in life to see,
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I believe I'm in someone’s dream in history.
[Verse 3]
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Where is the eloquence of the ladies on their bicycles,
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Dressed in their au dias in the lotus flowered nights of Indochine?
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And they rode to progress, and they've flown away.
[Chorus]
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And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American
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Who's searching these sacred streets
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For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old Hanoi.
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Searching for Indochine, for old Hanoi.
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Cherchant l’Indochine, old Hanoi, in old Hanoi.
