Midnight comes in
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Paris and as
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I light my cigarette
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The rain it hits my face
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So I start walking
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Toward the Ferris wheel
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From my hotel on
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Champs-Elysees
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For now I am alone
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I might always be alone
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My heart is in the city of love
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But it's raining in Paris
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What good is a heart of gold
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With nobody to share it with
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It's coming down, it's coming down
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My head can hardly bare it
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My heart is in the city of love
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But it's raining in Paris
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So let it rain on me
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See my heart's on fire
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But I always got cold feet
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Love never really did anything for me
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Try telling that to this goddamn city
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And if the storm should stop
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I'd ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top
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We'd share straws at your favorite coffee shop
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But life it ain't no romance novel
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I met a man
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Who sold umbrellas
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and
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just five dollars
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saved me from all that rain
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For now I am alone
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I think I like being alone
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Raining In Paris
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The Maine |