From high on your icy heels
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You dance and slip away
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In your filthy jacket
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Dig with no hope, not an ounce
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Tell you everything's fine
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In your busted sneakers
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Your ready-to-wear clothes
That I'd like to carry you
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Wind in your undone hair
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You hid away somewhere else
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I picture your lips greyed with resentment
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From not having brushed mine
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I dream you're no longer scared
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And that we discover together
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Way darker and sadder than my nights
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The muffled, torrential rain
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I throw myself into the Seine
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I throw myself into the Seine
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Metaphor of a castoff
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Cause yeah love slips away, slips away
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Without much trouble
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In your busted sneakers
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Your ready-to-wear clothes
That I'd like to carry you
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Wind in your undone hair
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You bailed, split, flew off