| Paris in the snow, are you still mine?
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| Or should I be screaming underneath palm trees?
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| My head’s a little bit fucked but I feel fine
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| I put all my chips on 17
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| You are all I need
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| So give me what I need
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| We should multiply
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| Burn through all our money
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| And tell everyone everything’s alright
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| We should multiply
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| Let this ship sink further
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| Pretend everything’s gonna be just fine
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| Paris in the spring, are you still mine?
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| Don’t wanna be cloudy with a chance of rain
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| My chest’s a little bit tight but I feel fine
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| Soon we’ll be more, we’ll be solid state
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| We should multiply
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| Burn through all our money
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| And tell everyone everything’s alright
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| We should multiply
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| Let this ship sink further
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| Pretend everything’s gonna be just fine
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| Wouldn’t wanna risk our place in line
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| Wouldn’t wanna, wouldn’t wanna
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| Fall too far behind
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| We should multiply
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| Burn through all our money
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| And tell everyone everything’s alright
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| We should multiply
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| Let this ship sink further
|
| Pretend everything’s gonna be just fine
|
| We should multiply
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| Burn through all our money
|
| And tell everyone everything’s alright
|
| We should multiply
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| Let this ship sink further
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| Pretend everything’s gonna be just fine |