The 1975 - Paris (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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The 1975 - Paris (en) Lyrics
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She said 'hello', she
was letting me know
We share friends in Soho
She's a pain in the nose
And I'm a pain in women's clothes
"And you're a walking overdose
in a great coat"
And so she wrote a plan for it
on the back of a fag packet
She had to leave because
she couldn't hack it
Not enough noise and too much racket
"I think I've spent all my
money and your friends"
Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again
Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram
You call yourself a friend?
I got two left feet and
I'm starting to cheat
On my girlfriend again
I caught her picking her nose
As the crowd cheered for an overdose
And I don't suppose you know
where this train goes
There was a party that she had to miss
Because her friend kept
cutting her wrists
Hyperpoliticized sexual trysts
"Oh, I think my boyfriend's
a nihilist"
I said, "Hey kids, we're
all just the same
What a shame"
And oh, how I'd love to
go to Paris again
And how I'd love to go to Paris again
"Oh stop being an arsehole and
counting my eye rolls"
"They're like piss holes in the snow"
Keeping a tab on my health
Man you're putting me up on a shelf
"Well I'll believe you're clean
But only by seeing your
face for myself"
And then she pointed at
the bag of her dreams
In a well posh magazine
I said "I'm done, babe.
I'm out of the scene,"
But I was picking up on Bethnal Green
She said I've been romanticizing
heroin
And oh how I'd love to go
to Paris, to Paris again
And how I'd love to go to Paris
again, again, again
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