I've been over my head, laying on the floor again,
For every word that I never said,
Oh to you save a troubled youth, shining baby blue,
Oh my way, but another new year's day.
Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories.
The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be.
My leather jacket, my torn shoes, another new tattoo.
Records spinning heartbreak and I'm feeling brand new,
Oh hometown city streets, paved in front of me.
Gone so far and yeah this is how we fall apart.
Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories.
The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be.
Now what do you make of me, no more years of apathy.
I'm proud enough to see us both living free.
Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories.
The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be.
Now what do you make of me, no more years of apathy.
I'm proud enough to see us both living free.
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