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Poison racing through my veins
a sordid pull to the insane
a constant gravity to change
And I don't know where to go
Paris breaths beneath my feet
thirsty skin against concrete
My sacred heart misleading me
and I don't know where to go
no, I don't know where to go
I could go home to my love
and live the life I've always wanted
Or I could go on running off
into the noght, lonely and haunted
And the strange thing is
I don't know which I prefer
as I sit here and watch the sunset on Sacre Coeur
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