You hold my hand and together we run around Paris, lovely fast.
The strangers look at us like we're pigeons without wings.

You hold my hand and together we wander round India, beads of sweat falling.
The strangers look at us like we're alley cats with only 5 lives.

You say you're an angel and Australia should be honored to have you, i just smile.
The strangers look at us like we're ladybugs with black stripes.
I loved you all the way.
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