stringy pop song, all the while sounding moroder-esque.
Alone, again in Paris,
Travel drained, I write to you.
You've been on my mind,
Cold days, long nights.
A rooftop in Berlin,
I call, confess the state I'm in.
These cities, this view,
I see nothing without you.
And I can do this alone,
But we can do this so much better,
Together, together, together.
perfectly mopey sentiment that ultimately uplifts.
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