Sacha Sacket
Paris And September
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Heres a man Who cannot hear a sound His poor hearts pumping out Hes cold as stone Shows enough So you can just taste love Then he will turn the knob To another song But its alright He cant fight you tonight Paris and Septembers Got him tongue-tied Losing sight Of this dark lord inside Making up all your lies Singing his tired old rhyme Drawing out all your time With his lines, with his lines Heres a boy That is set to destroy These simple notes of joy That spell defeat Moves too fast Through Berlin or Belfast Because those walls dont last an eternity But its alright He cant fight you tonight Paris and Septembers Got him tongue-tied Losing sight Of this dark lord inside Making up all your lies Singing his tired old rhyme Drawing out all your time With his lines, with his lines So Just how far do you go Cause Im alone In California And Ive got time If youve got one more flight Across this divide To California Im waitin for ya In California But its alright He cant fight you tonight Paris and Septembers Got him tongue-tied Losing sight Of this dark lord inside Making up all your lies Singing this tired old rhyme Drawing out all your time With these lines, with these lines
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