| The ancient streets, so crowded and narrow
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| Winding stairs climb up, up high
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| The air tonight hangs sour and heavy
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| I’m dying up here, love, lie with me, lie
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| The view electrical and sprawling
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| The city lights move out and on and on
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| Out there in the halo of the skyline
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| My guardian angel looks down upon me
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| Fall tonight, sweet Paris rain
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| Shower me in her warm kisses
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| A burning star over long lost highway
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| My fallen lover died so young
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| And all the gifts you gave, I have them
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| And all your love I’m still holding onto
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| She rides the halo of the skyline
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| My fallen sister died so young
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| Our last goodbye, I wanted to be there
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| To bathe the loss from your fading eyes
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| Close these sweeping, long, gray curtains
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| Dizzying, spiraling heights
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| Soft light pours into the room
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| Fingers glide over my face, a voice speaks, a figure moves
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| How could I walk these old dim halls again?
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| How could I leave this room all alone?
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| When she comes by every morning
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| Brings back pink and pale blue orchids
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| When she comes by every afternoon
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| Piano music weeps quietly as May melts into June
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| When she comes by every evening
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| Lays down beside me softly breathing |