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 Dead and buried in an open grave 
In a backstreet bar on the champs elysees 
A face in the middle of a broken frame 
Looking back at me. 
And I don't know where I belong 
But I feel like moving on. 
And I saw your face through the night 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing 
In this dark room, you led me to the light 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing. 
Caught in the middle but you came my way 
Locked in a prison of my own mistakes 
Dumbstruck by a riddle but you came to solve it 
With your style and grace. 
And I don't know where I went wrong 
But I feel like moving on. 
And I saw your face through the night 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing 
In this dark room, you led me to the light 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing. 
Perfect timing 
In the wrong place at the right time 
In the wrong place at the right time. 
And I saw your face through the night 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing 
In this dark room, you led me to the light 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing 
We were in the wrong place 
But it was perfect timing. 
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