| Meet me at the Bureau de change
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| I’m not ready to die
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| At least not in a country this ugly
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| Men like us need a grand finale
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| I saw a picture online of a beautiful market square
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| It reminds me of a lyric I didn’t write
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| You were always the ideas man
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| I wish I’d done everything on earth with you
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| There’s a city in Europe where no one will remember our names
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| Where all the motorways cascade
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| Pavements flow like waves
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| There’s a city in Europe in which nobody comes home
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| Tonight we’re driving on the right into the great unknown
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| As we sit and discuss
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| The lack of romance in the smoke and mirrors of an electric cigarette
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| I realise our dreams are almost as old as us
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| I wish I’d done everything on earth with, everything on earth with you,
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| with you too
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| There’s a city in Europe where no one will remember our names
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| Where all the motorways cascade
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| Pavements flow like waves
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| There’s a city in Europe in which nobody comes home
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| Tonight we’re driving on the right into the great unknown
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| Marseille, Dresden, Vienna, Birmingham, Sofia, Monaco, Amsterdam, Oslo, Athens,
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| Barcelona, Glasgow, Verona, Budapest, Gothenburg, Sheffield, Hamburg
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| We don’t need context to set the scene
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| We were born here, we will die here
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| Let’s try living in between
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| There’s a city in Europe where no one will remember our names
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| Where all the motorways cascade
|
| Pavements flow like waves
|
| There’s a city in Europe in which nobody comes home
|
| Tonight we’re driving on the right into the great unknown
|
| There’s a city in Europe where no one will remember our names
|
| Where all the motorways cascade
|
| Pavements flow like waves
|
| There’s a city in Europe in which nobody comes home
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| Tonight we’re driving on the right into the great unknown |