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​The Paris Heights

This song is by Exit and appears on the album The Blind Alley (2013).

I don't know where you think we're going: all christmas eve talks and red wine parasites. we're like vultures or their prey, looking for something to give away.
This cloak room don't hold no promise of lights-out-make-believe, but it will surely forgive you, and you know you have to give what you receive.
And as slow as you'd say, 'never let me go...' I'd quickly freeze to death in this bed, gripping you like you were my last breath. gripping you because you are my last breath.
Now I'm stealing a line from a man in wichita; something like, 'i need you more than I want you but I want you for all time...'