The station in Paris

Meet on a train
In a station in Paris
Where the girls wear the white
And the boys wear the sadness
And we will escape all of this madness
Meet on the roof
Of that train
Flying so high
Above the rain 
You look to me and say
How happy you are 
And with that smile
Comes all of this gladness
Join me in coach
Where everybody smokes
And we will elope
In thier white cloud of love 
Just meet me on that train 
At that station in Paris
And be careless
With me

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