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Me and Parvati |
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In Paris, France |
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Surrounded by musicians |
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Dressing to dance |
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On the tomb |
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Of aquisitions |
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Where bloomed |
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Our positions |
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Scattered like scars |
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On the skin of the stars |
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Needing a celebration |
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We entered a bar |
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The conversation |
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Centered on |
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Conversation |
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She dropped a tear |
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For the frozen beer |
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In the forstes of upper Thailand |
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Out on the street |
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The fragrance of paste |
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Lingered on her fingers |
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The forms she traced |
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Blushed to feel their |
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Unfamiliar blood |
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She made her name |
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On the exit lane |
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Of the famous Stellar Highways |
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Out on the street |
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Sobbing with lust |
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I hoped for a banquet |
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She denied me a crush |
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I blushed to taste such unfamiliar blood |