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we're running through the aisles, of the churches still in style, does this city have a curfew?, don't you know it's good to see you too, the riders on the champs-elysees, we are the tourists in the cafes, we drank our wine along the river, not believing where we were at all, it's alright, the camera's talking, oh, and even though i can't be sure, memory tells me that these times are worth working for, the buffalo in catalina, the colored stones and troop leaders, the voices of the canopy singers, ensured that we wouldn't sleep for long, i knew this would be the part, my plane's arrival catches me off guard, we'll all be leaving with a broken heart, wallets empty and we're back at start, it's alright, the camera is talking, oh, and even though i can't be sure, memory tells me that these times are worth working for, the cistern is not even full, the sister is naughty, the cistern is not even

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Artist: local natives