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Un tacot à Paris

de Ago Lou

We can talk about sex, we can talk about love
But all I wanna know is what you're thinking of
Are we really who we pretend to be?
I don't know you, and you don't know me

Take another sip from your coffee cup
I'm looking at your lips as you're drinking up
You're looking in my eyes and I hope you see
That every little thing's got a hold on me

There are angels above you, angels above me
There are sounds in the silence, grounds in my coffee
And it makes me believe some strangers are meant to be
There are angels above you, angels above me

There's no victory in this suspension game
Sex and lust and love they aren't all the same
I look into your eyes and I think I see
You're willing to give up and give into me

There are angels above you, angels above me
There are sounds in the silence, grounds in my coffee
And it makes me believe some strangers are meant to be
There are angels above you, angels above me

Are we really who we pretend to be?
I don't know you, and you don't know me!
There are angels above you, angels above me
There are sounds in the silence, grounds in my coffee
And it makes me believe some strangers are meant to be
There are angels above you, angels above me

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