| A street in Paris in the rain
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| I shoot in black and white a hundred frames
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| I watch your make-up
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| Begin to run
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| You show a strange unease
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| But you’re my subject and it’s me you please
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| I feel your spirit freeze
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| As the shutter clicks down
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| We are in heaven now
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| As if we broke the bonds of earth somehow
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| Here for eternity
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| A piece of you is part of me
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| I know you’ll never leave
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| Cos like a primitive I do believe
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| I have you spirit seized
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| As the shutter clicks down
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| We are in heaven now
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| As if we broke the bonds of earth somehow
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| Here for eternity
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| A piece of you is part of me
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| We are in heaven now
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| As if we broke the bonds of earth somehow
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| You’re under my control
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| Because I’ve captured your immortal soul
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| Don’t look for signs
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| Your spirit shines
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| Here till the end of our days
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| And now in Paris in the rain
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| I put the camera in its case again
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| And in those hundred frames
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| Another moth to the candle flame
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| We are in heaven now
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| As if we broke the bonds of earth somehow
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| Here for eternity
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| A piece of you is part of me |