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I went all the way to paris to forget your face |
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Captured in stained glass, young lives long since passed |
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Statues of lovers every place |
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I went all across the continent to relieve this restless love |
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I walked through the ruins, icons of glory |
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Smashed by the bombs from above |
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So we must love while these moments are still called today |
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Take part in the pain of this passion play |
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Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust |
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Until time makes history of us |
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Jeu de paume's full of faces knowing peace, knowing strife |
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Leisure and toil, still it's canvas and oil |
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There's just no medium for life |
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In the midst of the rubble i felt a sense of rebirth |
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In a dusty cathedral the living god called |
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And i prayed for my life here on earth |
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So we must love while these moments are still called today |
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Take part in the pain of this passion play |
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Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust |
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Until time makes history of us |
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There are mountains in switzerland, brilliant cold as they stand |
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From my hotel room, watching the half-moon |
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Bleeding its light like a lamb |
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And the town is illumined, its tiny figures are fast asleep |
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And it dawns on me the time is upon me |
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To return to the flock i must keep |
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So we must love while these moments are still called today |
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Take part in the pain of this passion play |
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Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust |
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Until time makes history of us |