The Style Council - The Paris Match

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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;

Because 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 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


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