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الترجمة
Paris
I'm smoking and I'm breathing in
Lathes of dust, gris clouds
Above my head
Paris makes fun, and Paris forgets me
Paris's empty, if you don't there
Ayaa ayaa ayaa
ayaa ayaa aaa
I'm smoking and I'm breathing out
Tons of thunder
Gris clouds
Above my web
Paris makes fun, the Seine's quay are throw up
Paris is useless, if you don't sleep there
I'm thinking of this again
I'm thinking of this again
I'm thinking of this again
I'm thinking of this again
I'm freaking out and you're inspiring me
I'm thinking of your smile
There are five hours
I don't still sleep
Paris, you're beauty, oh, but here is Paris you're harming to me
Paris's empty, if you don't sleep there
I thinking of this again
I thinking of this again
I thinking of this again
I thinking of this again
Ayaa ayaa ayaa
ayaa ayaa aaa
I thinking of this again
I thinking of this again
I thinking of this again
Again, oh oh oohh..
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Collections with "Paris"
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