Paris

by bosma

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Sometimes you go on holiday, have dreams of ancient greece and buy a cheap classical guitar and write a song while you're there. that's essentially the whole story.

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It started at night
I was cold as a ghost
heard my name on your lips
as I wandered through the house

Helen and I
took a walk through the town
the shadows of Troy
hid the shame in our delight

I'd go out there on my own
when the day pours down on places we've known
i could help but you had gone
and now the night has grown to loathe me

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released August 12, 2013
db-vox, guitar

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bosma Victoria, British Columbia

singer, songwriter, poet from victoria bc.

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