| It’s that time to transform
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| To come around, I’m changing
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| Ooh, there’s an angel knocking at my window
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| Trying to tell me where to go next
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| This small town without you
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| It feels cold, it’s creepin'
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| Moving on, I’ll look ahead instead
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| Spirit divide, drift along
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| I waved her goodbye, I carried on
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| Trams pass, my black dress
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| Folded on a big mess
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| I’m changing my next flight to Paris
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| The hourglass it tick-tock too fast for our destiny
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| I’ve got a full drawer of letters
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| Remember it was Paris you said we were gonna meet
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| Why your answering machine still on?
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| It’s the oddest feeling since you’re gone
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| A part of me drift away with you
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| And will never return
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| Spirit divide, drift alone
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| I waved a goodbye, I carried on
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| Trams pass, my black dress
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| Folded on a big mess
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| I’m changing my next flight to Paris
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| Spirit divide
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| I waved a goodbye
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| Trams pass, my black dress
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| Folded on a big mess
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| I’m changing my next flight
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| La Suède est ou je vis
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| Mais c’est à Paris que je me sens en vie
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| Je sens que je pourrais m'épuiser…
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| Des vacances…
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| Et ne jamais rentrer |