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My Mind's A Mixtape
04:41
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My mind's a mix tape
Of the things that came before
My mind's a mix tape
Of songs I can't hear anymore
So when things fall apart
Just rewind and restart
And when the past is too hard you're sure
That you want to change the score
Rewind it back to the start once more
Press record
My mind's a mix tape
Of magnetic memories
My mind's a mix tape
I can't listen to side B
Cassette tapes fall apart
Unravel with your heart
And when the past is too hard you're sure
You can settle the score
Rewind it back to the start once more
Press Record
And when the past is too hard you're sure
That you want to change the score
Rewind it back to the start once more
Press record
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Death In The Afternoon
05:18
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The night that we drank absinthe and champagne
And cursed the name of Ernest Hemingway
And tried to talk with people in the way
When we were left alone there was nothing left to say
And the picture I have from that day
Still tells me that it's true
That all the world at once can be brand new
Because there's no more need to be afraid
If it's all that I can do
When you can't carry on
I'll carry you
The night we quoted Keats under bright stars
Kensington to Baker Street was ours
Untouched by the dulcet drone of cars
And the foxes that prowled the night like jaguars
And the pictures we saw the next day
All hung around the room
Could never match that moment there with you
And there's no need to be afraid
If it's all that I can do
When you can't carry on
I'll carry you
The night we painted pictures on the dock
In water colour stains and pastel chalks
The wood creaked as the party boats crashed by
As we tried to trace the ever fading light
And the picture I have from that day
Will never be that good
But it's so strange how the colours seem to bloom
Because there's no more need to be afraid
If it's all that I can do
When you can't carry on
I'll carry you
The night I cursed upon the bathroom floor
The smoke signals had you running to my door
As we waited for the call of our Great War
So removed from the Renaissance before
And there are no pictures from that day
As we cried on that strange bed
And mourned the afternoon
We three fell dead
Because I cry so hard sometimes
That it's hard for me to see
But when I can't carry on
You carry me
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Paris Syndrome Aberdeen, UK
Paris Syndrome is Jade Flannery, Lewis Scott, Siobhan Keegan and Ben Martin and the contents of their collective brains.
They wrote, played and produced everything on this page themselves. Based in Aberdeen, Scotland; their Institute is dedicated to creating scientifically perfect music. They are pretty cool people. 🔺️They are definitely not a cult.🔺️
Contact Us: weareparissyndrome@gmail.com
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