Weekend In Paris Lyrics

Weekend In Paris lyrics

James Taft

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Bent not broken at the chestnut tree.
The woman in white: come follow me.
I don't know how she does it...yeah, we need to talk.
The colour spies Tyler.
Don't walk the walk.

A boy too far. He's star of the sea.
Cover her face and come follow me.
Rich man, poor man stole my keys to amuse.
My pedal in the wind says that I'm gonna lose.

My country success...I had to flee.
Now I twist and shout for you to come follow me.
I'll hide away, and we'll burn it down.
See stark dead famous. So golden brown.

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