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<< The Paris Match >>
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--- Everything But The Girl
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Empty hours spent combing the streets
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In daytime showers they've become my beat
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As I walk from cafe to bar
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I wish I knew where you are
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Because you've clouded my mind
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And now I'm all out of time.
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Empty skies say try to forget
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Better advice is to have no regrets
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As I tread the boulevard floor
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Will I see you once more
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Because you've clouded my mind
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'Till then I'm bidding my time.
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I'm only sad in a natural way
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And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way
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The gift you gave is desire
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The match that started my fire.
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Empty nights with nothing to do
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I sit and think every thought is for you
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I get so restless and bored
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So I go out once more
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I hate to feel so confined
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I feel like I'm wasting my time.
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The Paris Match
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| Everything but the girl |
