| Dead and buried in an open grave
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| In a backstreet bar on the champs elysees
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| A face in the middle of a broken frame
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| Looking back at me
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| And I don’t know where I belong
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| But I feel like moving on
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| And I saw your face through the night
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| In this dark room, you led me to the light
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| Caught in the middle but you came my way
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| Locked in a prison of my own mistakes
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| Dumbstruck by a riddle but you came to solve it
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| With your style and grace
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| And I don’t know where I went wrong
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| But I feel like moving on
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| And I saw your face through the night
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| In this dark room, you led me to the light
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| Perfect timing
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| In the wrong place at the right time
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| In the wrong place at the right time
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| And I saw your face through the night
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| In this dark room, you led me to the light
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing
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| We were in the wrong place
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| But it was perfect timing |