| We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day
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| Following a heart already gone
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| I can hear your conversation turning inward and away
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| We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone
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| I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue
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| Take the loss and never let it show
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| You think your destination is waiting just for you
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| But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| No matter what they told ya
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| No matter what they told ya
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| I know that won’t hold you here
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| I know that won’t hold you
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| I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible
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| The way tomorrow has to happen now
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| I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible
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| But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how
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| I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines
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| Cashing in their only ticket home
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| Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines
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| To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| No matter what they told ya
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| No matter what they told ya
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| I know that won’t hold you here
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| I know that won’t hold you
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| We both know you’ll flying out alone
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| Riding on a ticket no return
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| I love you and I’ll pray for you out here on the edge I’ll burn
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| A candle every day until the day you get to learn
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| No matter what they told ya
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| No matter what they told ya
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth
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| To be the toast of Paris
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| I know that won’t hold you here
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| I know that won’t hold you
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| It takes more than a sulky mouth |