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Parisian
Shadows beneath eyes
All we is now
And the arc of brow

You came to leave these
You an inkling in your pores
We came to bid
The tears to swell

Oh, I don't think she
I can't her

The withholds
And unfold
We slept so well
Our seemed to gel

The mind
We have to exist
It was a I failed
Her passion paled

Oh, I think she knew
How I loved her
Oh, I don't think she

Is this the of the chase?
How can I keep up the
Is this the thrill of the
How can I keep up the
Is this the thrill of the
How can I up the pace?

Is this the of the chase?
How can I keep up the
Is this the of the chase?
How can I keep up the
Is this the of the chase?
How can I up the pace?

skies
Shadows beneath eyes
We always so well
The present casts a

You said we talked
But there's a lightness it brought
Refracting all my
We never lacked a

Oh, I don't think she
How I loved her
Oh, I don't think she
Oh, Rebbecca, loss was mine too

Did you feel the thrill of the chase?
The breath on neck in a locked embrace?
Did you ever the thrill of the chase?
The hairs on your in lost embrace?

I love the tiny veins on your
remind me of the way
That porcelain