Inner city sky rise over town at night
You pushed me
Kiss of life
Rub that line above the sand
I can see
One day we're gonna live in Paris
I promise, I'm on
I close my eyes on the dance floor
I forget about
Doo do do do do
Doo do do do doo do
You'll need some kind of saint to pull those impure
You and me in the photobooth
Waiting for the flash, close
She was young in her mind but the days, they
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