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We finally made it to Paris
It was our last chance
To explore the ruins
Of what had been our love
And watch them fall apart
As we crashed into each other
In that small room
In rue Beauregard

Now look at me
Alone at this bar
With half a beer
Half-drunk, I feel my sadness
Turns to fear
It’s getting harder to face
Harder to face that you’re not here

The soft breeze of the summer
The colors on the streets
Walking along the Seine
With the doubt creeping in
You disappeared again
You moved out of my world
A lonely night with you
Nothing could be worse

Tonight I walk the streets
Stare for hours at your window
Half in tears
I finally get home before my madness
Feels too real
It’s getting harder to face
Harder to face that you’re not here

And then I wake up
And it’s Sunday
And it’s raining once again…
And you’re not here

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