Walking the streets of Paris after dark
Like a stray dog; the type to bark at the moon
I looked at you, you looked at me
Like a stray dog; the type to bark at the moon
I looked at you, you looked at me
There was blood in my lungs and love on my mind
A stranger in the fog my shadow was lost
Nothing to eat but the bones covered with frozen fish
A stranger in the fog my shadow was lost
Nothing to eat but the bones covered with frozen fish
Fried my veins... fried my veins
The river took me for a ride
The river ate me tonight
The river ate me alive
I don't wanna swim.
The river ate me tonight
The river ate me alive
I don't wanna swim.
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