These streets are yours, you can keep them
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I don't want them
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They pull me back, and I surrender
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To the memories I run from
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Oh, we have paved these streets
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With moments of defeat
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But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
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We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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But I won't show my face here anymore
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I won't show my face here anymore
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These streets are yours, you can keep them
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In my mind it's like you haunt them
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And passing through, I think I see you
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In the shapes of other women
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Oh we have filled these walls
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With our mistakes and flaws
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But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
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We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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But I won't show my face here anymore
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I won't show my face here anymore
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All that's left behind
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Is a shadow on my mind
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All that's left behind
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Is a shadow on my mind
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But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
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We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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But I won't show my face here anymore
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I won't show my face here anymore
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I won't show my face here anymore
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I won't show my face here anymore
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Streets
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| Bastille |
