On a lonely street in Paris
I looked up to find a star
But the clouds rolled over me - oh, so quickly
And drowned my broken heart
I looked up to find a star
But the clouds rolled over me - oh, so quickly
And drowned my broken heart
So I walked around forever
Couldn’t find an open bar
And the letter I never gave her
Was washed away with my heart
Couldn’t find an open bar
And the letter I never gave her
Was washed away with my heart
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2 comments:
"Siempre nos quedará París" decía Bogart en "Casablanca"... piensa que siempre estará contigo lo que has vivido... y que te quedan muchas cosas por vivir
"...here's looking at you ,kid..."
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