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Wide-eyed, maybe that's true |
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But most of the time |
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I can see through you |
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You say I'm too sweet for my own good |
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But when your anger lets you down, understood |
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You're burnin' up from inside out |
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While you're riding you're knocked down |
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There are things that you can't see |
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And one of them is me |
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You've been walking in a paper rain |
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There is a storm inside your head |
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On this perfect day |
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Come down from your cloud and walk my way |
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And let the paper rain |
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Just blow away |
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Tell me what |
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I should do |
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When you want to paint a day every shade of blue |
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Is it too late for us to shine |
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Can you crawl into the light and just be mine |
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Your world of words is so unreal |
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Sometimes |
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I wonder if you feel |
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The same emotions that |
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I do When |
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I'm close to you |
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You've been walking in a paper rain |
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There is a storm inside your head |
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On this perfect day |
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Come down from your cloud and walk my way |
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And let the paper rain |
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Just blow away |
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Do you wonder what would happen if you let me in? |
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Are you afraid to give yourself away? |
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Will the fervor disappear and then |
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I come crashing in |
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Crashing in to the light of day |
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You've been walking in a paper rain |
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There is a storm inside your head |
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On this perfect day |
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Come down from your cloud and walk my way |
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And let the paper rain |
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You've been walking in a paper rain |
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There is a storm inside your head |
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On this perfect day |
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Come down from your cloud and walk my way |
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And let the paper rain, hey |
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You've been walking in a paper rain |
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Storm inside your head |
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On this perfect day |
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Come down from your cloud and walk my way |
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And let the paper rain |
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Just blow away |
