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The room was spinning like a pirouette |
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Before I blacked out like a silhouette |
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The details are blurry, but I'm remembering |
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I dreamt I was Miles and you were Juliette |
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Our bodies wound up like an old cassette |
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Hearts are pounding like two castanets |
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It was Paris, 1949 |
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It was love in a better time |
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Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles |
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When longing meant more than a drunk dial |
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That's why I'm always coming back to you |
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We felt solid like a dying star |
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That grew distant like a cosmonaut |
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I saw a school girl like an autumn frost |
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Love is absent as our parents gone |
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We're still waiting like a funeral boss |
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We both knew that you were too far gone |
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It was Paris, 1949 |
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It was love in a better time |
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Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles |
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When longing meant more than a drunk dial |
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It was Paris, 1949 |
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It was love in a better time |
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Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles |
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It was Paris, 1949 |
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It was love in a better time |
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Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles |
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When longing meant more than a drunk dial |
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That's why I'll always come back to you |
