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Lyrics:

I'm tired of being nowhere special
With a weight upon my heart
Waiting for a sun to set
before the fireworks start
The colours fill the sky as if
they're trying to paint a scene
A wise man tries to ponder
what the images could mean
The stars dissolve as if they're in a painting
In the café in Paris

Somebody once told me that they'd
never had a dream
They asked me to describe the other
worlds that I had seen
It's hard to recreate the things
from once upon a time
But one story I once slept upon
still sits within my mind
And I tell them of a passing conversation
In the café in Paris

Familiar faces still stop by
On their way to somewhere new
We speak of all our memories
be they many be they few
We exchange our words of parting
Bittersweet though they may be
Then they step into the light
and they are finally set free
We will always meet again here at the table
In the café in Paris

You know that I am waiting
for the time when I'm alone
When I'm back amongst the voices
of all the friends that I have known
Maybe I'll meet someone
Who is sleeping in a dream
Or I'll step into the light myself
And forget all I have seen
Then nobody will ever know the story
of the café in Paris

Will I ever know
Will I ever see
Will I ever hear your voice
In the café in Paris?

Lyrics and Guitar written by Me
Vocals: Me
Guitar played by Matthew Harris