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Coordinates: 48°51′24″N 2°21′03″E / 48.8567°N 2.3508°E / 48.8567; 2.3508
Paris (i/ˈpærɨs/; French: [paʁi] ( listen)) is the capital and largest city of France. It is situated on the river Seine, in northern France, at the heart of the Île-de-France region (or Paris Region, French: Région parisienne). As of January 2008 the city of Paris, within its administrative limits (the 20 arrondissements) largely unchanged since 1860, has an estimated population of 2,211,297 and a metropolitan population of 12,089,098, and is one of the most populated metropolitan areas in Europe. Paris was the largest city in the Western world for about 1,000 years, prior to the 19th century, and the largest in the entire world between the 16th and 19th centuries.
Paris is today one of the world's leading business and cultural centres, and its influences in politics, education, entertainment, media, fashion, science, and the arts all contribute to its status as one of the world's major global cities. It hosts the headquarters of many international organizations such as UNESCO, the OECD, the International Chamber of Commerce or the European Space Agency. Paris is considered one of the greenest and most liveable cities in Europe. It is also one of the most expensive.
Black Book or Blackbook may refer to:
Cold wind's blowing at my cigarette,
No this can't conceal
I'm hanging like a marionette
Can you make me real?
See the world best I can
Through the smoke as its hand tries to choke me
again...
Got my black book open and
I'm burning down at that hotel
A hundred thousand miles in my way
On the road to hell
Give me something to touch
something I can smell - of you
I'll take it to my grave as I burn for you.
Blind weight twirling in my skin that'll pass
Like only time can tell.
Guess this letter's gonna be my last
I hope it finds you well.
See the world best I can
Through the smoke as it's hand tries to choke me
again...
Got my black book open and
I'm burning down at that hotel
A hundred thousand miles in my way
On the road to hell
Give me something to touch
Something I can smell - of you
I'll take it to my grave as I burn for you.
A hundred thousand miles away -aye
I've fallen -aye aye
I can feel my final day -aye
is calling -aye aye
I'm burning alive for you
Just reaching for something true
I'm burning alive for you
I need something to pull me through
to pull me through
I've got my black book open and
I'm burning down at that hotel
A hundred thousand miles in my way
On the road to hell
Give me something to touch
Something I can smell - of you
I'll take it to my grave as I burn for you.
Got my black book open and
I'm burning down at that hotel
A hundred thousand miles in my way
On the road to hell
Give me something to touch
Something I can smell - of you
I'll take it to my grave as I burn for you.