you exist too much (intro) Lyrics

Still haven't finished

The book that you gave me

'cause I can't imagine for this to end

So I

Keep a few words at the end that I won't read

Instead I keep

Reading the words on page two

That you've written by hand

All over again

Think of me

à Paris

So many things that I know

I'll be missing soon

There's that face of yours

And that laugh of yours

And that smell of yours

And your accent

Your hips

And the way you move

And the jokes you do

And the way you look

At my lips

Think of me

à Paris

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