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Here in Paris no one 's sober.
On P;re Lachaise I'm calling your name.
When the music 's over
No one here gets out the same.
O, show me the way to the other side,
Breaking trough the next bar,
I'm passing the doors that you left behind.
Doors of perception,
Doors to the other side,
Where Angels run through the sudden light...
This is the end, end of the night.
I can hear your voice in my mind
When the music's over somewhere deep inside.
Morrison
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