| Baby girl her name is Paris
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| Wanna take me out to Paris
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| I’ma have to ask my parents
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| Guess I could go to Paris
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| It’s a date
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| I guess that I could fall for you
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| The lights and the fame, I don’t know your real name
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| But, you’re so far away
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| You’re so far away from here
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| And I don’t know if I’ll stay
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| But I’ll never run away from here
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| I’ll stop seein' you someday
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| Then I’ll still think of you someday
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| And then I guess I’d run away
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| To see you somewhere far away from here, away from here
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| I like my home but don’t like how I feel alone there
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| My silicone persona ever present
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| When I roam here, reminisin' 'bout my past
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| But thoughts of wanna be trend settin'
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| My memories are sweet so lately I’ve been diabetic
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| And this travelin' is my insulin, it pieces me back together
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| When I fall apart in my room
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| I’m playin' a show in September
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| And then a show in October
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| And then a show in November
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| And movin' out to Atlanta and romanticize the thoughts of Paris
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| A trip outside of Texas is another breath of fresh air
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| And all the birds
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| And all of the sunshine
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| All the things that are shared
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| Leavin' me feelin' like there’s nothing to which Paris can compare
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| But she’s so far away
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| But, you’re so far away
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| You’re so far away from here
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| And I don’t know if I’ll stay
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| But I’ll never run away from here
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| I’ll stop seein' you someday
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| Then I’ll still think of you someday *baby*
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| And then I guess I’d run away
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| To see you somewhere far away from here, away from here |