A night over Paris
So calm and so bright
I am dead
But so are you
We are trapped in time
On the rooftops
On the city lights
Watch guardians
Are weeping for us
For the city the bitch the lover
Dressed in leather boots
And plastic around her legs
City that always sleeps
Sleeps with us
So when the morning comes
I am lonely
But so are you
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