The Paris Match

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