leaving paris

i'm walking on by
the moon doesn't shine
at your door anymore

the words you left behind
the tears in your eyes
feel so real once more

i didn't look back
i didn't look back
not once
the night is at the end

i'm walking on your street
the wind went to sleep
you're not there
it's late

the train's about to leave
i finished all my drink
it's so strange
the second time i live

but it's all the same
down deep inside
when i'm leaving paris there behind
i will be here again

the same old street
the same old door
the same old song coming from your floor
until we meet again


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