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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I
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Paris,. comme une symphonie,. comme la mer qui balance. J'arrive au rendez-vous,. dans l'?paisse fum?e,. le monde me bouscule. R?fugi? dans un coin. et observant de loin. la foule qui ondule
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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. You escaped what I've escaped. You'd be in Paris getting * up too. B-Ball so hard, let's get faded. Le Meurice for like six days. Gold bottles, scold models. Spillin' Ace on my sick J's. Ball so
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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