| That time in Paris
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| When we locked our love forever to that bridge
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| D’you think I’d find it now if I went looking
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| Where would I begin?
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| That time in Paris
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| When we wandered light
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| Through night streets, would I find my way if
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| I returned?
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| That time in Paris
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| When we stayed out late and slept through our alarm
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| And we ate pomegranate seeds for breakfast
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| Even though you hate the taste
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| We wandered through the Rodins promised nothing
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| Now I know you never meant it
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| Faltering
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| Always on the edge of things
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| And fixing your broken wing
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| Might take me forever
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| But it’s healing, tightly woven in
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| To stories we leave to kin
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| Warp to my weft, hand round my waist now
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| I think I found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Think I found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Right after Paris
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| Leapt in light years, so fast
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| Bikes fell in the street, now there’s a
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| 'Nother floor to climb
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| Another window to our castle keep
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| And faces to appear
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| To write their names in condensation
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| From the wash you hung inside
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| And still you find me
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| Faltering
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| Always on the edge of things
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| And fixing your broken wing
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| Might take me forever
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| But it’s healing, tightly woven in
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| To stories we leave to kin
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| Warp to my weft, hand round my waist now
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| I think I found the meaning
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| Found the faltering
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| Always on the edge of things
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| And fixing your broken wing
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| Might take me forever
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| But it’s healing, tightly woven in
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| To stories we leave to kin
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| Warp to my weft, hand round my waist now
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| I think I found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Think I found the meaning
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| Found the meaning
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| Found the meaning |