| I wish I could open up my window
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| Step into a world of long lost time
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| Or change the scene like flipping through the channels
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| Of our life
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| Little things are never quite so simple
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| Once you look up close and see the lines
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| And sometimes I think someday was so long ago
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| Time rolls by, I
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| I miss the air, layers of midnight
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| Shadows in narrow roads in the streetlight
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| Honey you’re there forever in closed eyes I’m
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| Holding tight, holy bright, holding high
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| You and I, time to time remind me of
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| Paris, Paris
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| Time to tim remind me of
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| Paris, Paris
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| Time to tim remind me how
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| I can live inside my head and hide there
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| I can fit my days into my dreams
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| But if I risk my winter’s wish I’ll find you
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| In brand new green, free
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| Still
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| I miss the air, layers of midnight
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| Shadows in narrow roads in the streetlight
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| Honey you’re there forever in closed eyes I’m
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| Holding tight, holy bright, holding high
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| You and I, time to time remind me of
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| Paris, Paris
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| Time to time remind me of
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| Paris, Paris |