PUBLISHED: Jan 17, 2017
DESCRIPTION:
Hi my lovelies! The Chainsmokers just keep KILLIN IT! I got my talented bf to help me out with this cover. I hope you guys like our cute lovey dovey make you feel sick collaboration lol. Make sure to SHARE & also get behind Mark he is competing on BBC ONE's "LET IT SHINE" every Saturday from 7pm! Love you lot. Red,xo
This was submitted for MTV’s Cover of the Month - http://www.mtvcoverofthemonth.com
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LYRICS:
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought "Wow, if I could take this in a shot right now
I don't think that we could work this out"
Out on the terrace
I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How could I let you fall by yourself
While I'm wasted for someone else"
If we go down then we go down together
They'll say you could do anything
They'll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We'll get away with everything
Let's show them we are better
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And you're so proud standing there with the flower and the cigarette
Posting pictures of yourself on the internet
Out on the terrace
I'm repeating the errors
Of this small town
On our own couldn't pass for the thrill of it
Getting drunk on the bus we were living in