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When I take a picture of the city, it disappears |
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It's only a photograph, the city is gone |
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The places I go are never there |
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The places I go are never there |
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Nostalgia isn't what it used to be |
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I can only picture the disappearing world |
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When you touch me |
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He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle |
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The record caught the air of London, nineteen sixty-five |
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The places I go are never there |
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The places I go are never there |
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Nostalgia isn't what it used to be |
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I can only picture the disappearing world |
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When you touch me, when you touch me |
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When you touch me |
