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The Paris Match (Album Version) - The Style Council/Tracey Thorn

Empty hours

Spent combing the street

In daytime showers

They've become my beat

As I walk from cafe to bar

I wish I knew where you are

You've clouded my mind

And now I'm all out of time

Empty skies say try to forget

Better advice is to have no regrets

As I tread the boulevard floor

Will I see you once more

Because you've clouded my mind

Till then I'm biding my time

I'm only sad in a natural way

And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way

The gift you gave is desire

The match that started my fire

Empty nights with nothing to do

I sit and think

Every thought is for you

I get so restless and bored

So I go out once more

I hate to feel so confined

I feel like I'm wasting my time

I'm only sad in a natural way

And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way

The gift you gave is desire

The match that started my fire

The match that started my fire

The match that started my fire

The match that started my fire

The match that started my fire