Moroccan Oranges

Moroccan oranges are sweeter
The flies all circled 'round the stand
We flew in after time in Paris
I find I'm always looking back

In Monet's garden
You snapped a photo
I'll always remember
The fragrance of flowers
Like pure perfume
The look you gave me
Something was missin'
Though nobody said it
I know we all felt it
It's almost like the

Air was so heavy
That our feelings couldn't clear
Our smiles hurt because
We tried so hard to keep them there
Upon our faces
Sightseeing beautiful places
We were there
Photos to prove it

We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Photos to prove it
We've been broken

The sweetest taste and purple sunset
Language is music of its own
We stood there in the central city
I asked you if you felt alone

You looked and you said
What you wish you meant
Said what could be better
You'd never seen anything
Quite like this
What more could you say
Those words you did play
Your voice like a theremin
I heard it giving in
Almost like the

Air was so heavy
That our feelings couldn't clear
Our smiles hurt because
We tried so hard to keep them there
Upon our faces
Sightseeing beautiful places
We were there
Photos to prove it

We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Photos to prove it
We've been broken everywhere

Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Oh oh
We've been broken everywhere
Photos to prove it
We've been broken

We've been broken everywhere



Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Louise Handler
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