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Iâ
But sheâ
And she always knows
Faded travels on a Paris night
The memory is dying
But the urge is high,
One step closer but not yet in sight
No matter how I climb
Tt seems Iâ
Write a book on everything you know
And you still wonâ
That its supposed to go
Hold tight if you think you might
Can you hold tight and stay by my side
Cause when I think of you
In the dead of night
Then its alright, then its alright
Iâ
Iâ
As theyâ
Hope is just in everything you do
But I canâ
Just to be with you
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