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Wesley Harper - Midnight in Paris Lyrics



Wesley Harper - Midnight in Paris Lyrics




I call out: "Life's a daydream! I forgot how it tastes"
Like a moonbeam falling down your leg at night
Through a window we thought was just a screen

And fall out
As you start screaming that I forgot to leave it closed
"You had told me you locked it down! I trusted you"
"I was going to, but life got in the way"
Like a doorway, when you check it twice and lock it down
Through a window, it got in anyway

Don't we lie, just like we're dreaming
Love is not set in stone - like a carving drawn in someone's cave at night
He forgot when his life got in the way
Now we linger around this "timeless artifact"
He had drawn you before he had the words to say a thing, or call out, as it starts raining
"I forgot how this all tastes!"
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I call out: "Life's a daydream! I forgot how it tastes"
Like a moonbeam falling down your leg at night
Through a window we thought was just a screen

And fall out
As you start screaming that I forgot to leave it closed
"You had told me you locked it down! I trusted you"
"I was going to, but life got in the way"
Like a doorway, when you check it twice and lock it down
Through a window, it got in anyway

Don't we lie, just like we're dreaming
Love is not set in stone - like a carving drawn in someone's cave at night
He forgot when his life got in the way
Now we linger around this "timeless artifact"
He had drawn you before he had the words to say a thing, or call out, as it starts raining
"I forgot how this all tastes!"
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Writer: Wesley Nichols
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Wesley Harper - Midnight in Paris Video
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Performed By: Wesley Harper
Language: English
Length: 4:15
Written by: Wesley Nichols

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