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• Artiste: Tracey Thorn
• Titre: The Paris Match
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Empty hours Spent combing the street 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 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 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 The match that started my fire The match that started my fire The match that started my fire The match that started my fire