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The Paris Match

Empty hours spent combing the streets
In day-time 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?

'Til then I'm biding 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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