When I take a picture of the city it disappears,
It's only a photograph, the city is gone,
The places I go are never there,
The places I go are never there.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be,
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me.
He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle,
The record caught the air of London 1965,
The places I go are never there,
The places I go are never there.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be,
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me,
When you touch me,
When you touch me.
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