| Now your sitting on a Paris train laughing at your own jokes again
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| Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light
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| Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands
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| When all the world’s airbrushed it’s a sacred bond of trust
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| Sometimes, sometimes I see right through the scenery
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| The first place that’s on my mind the last place I find each time
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| Sometimes, I swim beyond the scenery
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| The last place that’s on my mind
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| The first place I find each time
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| Now I’m sitting on a Paris train molten ash falls like rain
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| Fire burns the trees it’s a beautiful fatality
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| Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury
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| To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within
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| Sometimes, sometimes I see much more than is good for me The first thing that’s on my mind the last place I’d look each time
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| Sometimes, I slip inside the imagery and
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| The last thing that’s on my mind’s
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| The first thing I’ll do each time
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| Stars racing to burn out
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| Just stars racing to burn out
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| A storm waiting to break
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| Like trees standing black against the sky
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| This was inevitable, inevitable
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| Sometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our history
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| The last place you hope to find the one that’s been there all the time
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| Sometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the scenery
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| And the first place that’s on your mind
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| The first place you’d find each time |