| We’re running through the aisles
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| Of the churches still in style
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| Does this city have a curfew?
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| Don’t you know it’s good to see you too
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| The riders on the Champs-Élysées
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| We are the tourists in the cafes
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| We drank our wine along the river
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| Not believing where we were at all
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| It’s alright, the camera’s talking
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| Oh
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| And even though I can’t be sure
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| Memory tells me that these times are worth working for
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| The buffalo in Catalina
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| The colored stones and troop leaders
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| The voices of the canopy singers
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| Ensured that we wouldn’t sleep for long
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| I knew this would be the part
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| My plane’s arrival catches me off guard
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| We’ll all be leaving with a broken heart
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| Wallets empty and we’re back at start
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| It’s alright, the camera is talking
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| Oh
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| And even though I can’t be sure
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| Memory tells me that these times are worth working for
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| The cistern is not even full
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| The sister is naughty
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| The cistern is not even |