| Standing down by the edge of the Seine
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| You look right through me in the heavy rain
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| You said that you loved me
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| Enough to give me eternity
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| And that’s how it goes
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| The agony of ecstasy
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| The passion that you think it evokes
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| Is nothing more than a fantasy
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| Each night when you rise
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| And the phantoms clear from your mind
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| Although remorse will never hide the wounds that broke the soul inside
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| And that’s how it goes
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| The agony of ecstasy
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| The passion that you think it evokes
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| Is nothing more than a fantasy
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| All the same you still have your needs
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| And the beautiful you’ll bleed
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| The tracks are hidden well from sight
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| At least for only one more night |