Empty hours
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Spent combing the street
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In daytime showers
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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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You sort of 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 colored my mind
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'Till then I'm biding 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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