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• Artiste: Lovers Grave
• Titre: A Night In Paris
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we are the dead voices that are over the airwaves oh we are the dead voices sent over the air who would really wanna raise their glass and drink the blood from the veins of this city if where going down we aint givin up the ghost that easily were all ready to fall ready to fall our empty hearts can only beat for so long your fucking voice it still echoes in my head and i know what it is to feel as lonely as the static crowns hang low on empty heads another night in paris well never make it out alive, oh we aint down as far as hell yet This is the city of love right? So where does love go to die Where does it go to die theres no romance in dead letters never sent, never getting any better theres no romance in dead letters never sent, never getting any better you will live again inside of us breathe life into the lost i know that time, it isnt time when you are turning back the clocks we are the dead voices that are over the airwaves oh we are the dead voices sent over the air crowns hang low on empty heads another night in paris well never make it out alive DEATH AINT A STRANGER oh watch the horizon burning burn it down, burn it down let it drown out the city lights i know well rise right from the ashes were living in a cut throat city tomorrow never seemed so far away the guillotines are ready were only waiting for them to fall we dont care if we burn our hands reaching for the sun as long as were fighting for something will we ever, find a way to wake the dead silence, radio silence is ringing in my ears are we, are we fading with the empty signals and everything that ever anchored us oh watch the horizon burning burn it down, burn it down oh watch the horizon burning were living in a cut throat city tomorrow never seemed so far away all the clocks are falling but time is still moving on we dont care if we burn our hands reaching for the sun as long as were fighting for something