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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany lyrics and chords of: The Paris Match by The Style Council
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome! date: 95/10/15
Empty hours spent combing the streets In daytime showers they've become my beat As I walk from caf‚ 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, ev'ry thought is for you I get so restless and bored
So I go out once more.
I hate to feel so confined 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
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