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The Paris Match

 

The Paris Match

(앨범: Café Bleu - 1984)


Empty hours
Spent combing the street
In daytime showers
They've become my beat
As I walk from cafe to bar
I wish I knew where you are
You sort of clouded my mind
And now I'm all out of time
Empty skies say try to forget
Better advice is to have no regrets
As I tread the boulevard floor
Will I see you once more
Because you've colored my mind
'Till then I'm biding my time

I'm only sad in a natural way
And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way
The gift you gave is desire
The match that started my fire

Empty nights with nothing to do
I sit and think, every thought is for you
I get so restless and bored
So I go out once more
I hate to feel so confined
I feel like I'm wasting my time

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