Herb Alpert - Last Tango in Paris Lyrics

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Last Tango in Paris

Last Tango in Paris Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Last Tango in Paris By Herb Alpert?
We don't exist
We are nothing but shadow and mist In the mirror we look as we pass No reflection's revealed in the glass Don't you know that the blood in your vein is as lifeless as yesterday's rain? It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel But as long as we're nameless our bodies are blameless You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last We are shadows who dance We don't exist We are nothing but shadow and mist In the mirror we look as we pass No reflection's revealed in the glass Don't you know that the blood in your veinis as lifeless as yesterday's rain? It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel But as long as we're nameless our bodies are blameless You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last We are shadows who dance We are shadows who dance |
Who Wrote Last Tango in Paris By Herb Alpert?
Gato Barbieri
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What's The Duration Of The Last Tango in Paris By Herb Alpert?The duration of Last Tango in Paris is 2:46 minutes and seconds. |
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