And everything that we carry on, Laure
And all the time you were waiting by the cellphone
And all the tears well that time you got the flu
It’s in your mouth with the sound about the tissue.
We should have come, well you know we should have loved this
It’s in between, it’s the crawling into Paris
And in the cold, never get old.
Into everything that you say so
Hoping that we come at the Lay-o
Waiting for that same, same story
You could be the corresponding
Into pride and love and falling.
And all the tears, well that night you got the flu
It’s in your mouth with the sound about the tissue.
We should have come, well you know we should have loved this
It’s in between, it’s the falling into Paris
And in the cold, never get old
And Benedict, hope we stay young.
You and me we’re gonna talk so loud
And you’ll be faded, and you’ll be faded
You were calling in the water’s pad,
Into the wave, into the wave.
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