| Poison racing through my veins
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| A sordid pull to the insane
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| A constant gravity to change
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| And I don’t know where to go Paris breaths beneath my feet
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| Thirsty skin against concrete
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| My sacred heart misleading me And I don’t know where to go No, I don’t know where to go
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| I could go home to my love
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| And live the life I’ve always wanted
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| Or I could go on running off
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| Into the night, lonely and haunted
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| And the strange thing is I don’t know which I prefer
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| As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur
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| Paris falls under my eyes
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| History against one life
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| My sacred heart’s on no-one's side
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| And I don’t know where to go No, I don’t know where to go
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| I could go home to my love
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| And live the life I’ve always wanted
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| Or I could go on running off
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| Into the night, lonely and haunted
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| And the strange thing is I don’t know which I prefer
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| As I sit here and watch the sun set
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| I could go home to my love
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| And live the life I’ve always wanted
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| Or I could go on running off
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| Into the night, lonely and haunted
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| I could go home to my love
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| It’s all there if I want it But the sad thing is I don’t know which I prefer
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| As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur |