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zuò cí : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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zuò qǔ : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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You' re just the paper man, you' re yesterday' s news, |
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You' re full of stories, not one of them is true |
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Oh don' t forget about all of my worries or my strife, |
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You' ll bear in mind all that was done wrong, |
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but nothing that was right |
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Words red ruby, cut right through me, |
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Paper ships sail on scarlet tides, |
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I can' t run and I can' t hide, sinking in plain sight, |
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Your words cut me now.... |
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they crush me now... |
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they weigh me down... |
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Just the paper man, my fingers are black from your filth, |
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Your hands are stained red, blood money pays your bills |
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Oh don' t forget about all of your money or your pride, |
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I' ll bear in mind all that you' ve done wrong, |
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You' ve never done what was right |
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Oh sticks and stones may break my bones, |
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but the weight of your words has drowned me. |
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Yeah, they weigh me down, Yeah, they cross my bows, |
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Under the weight of your words, |
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I sink down, |
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down, |
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down, |
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down, |
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down.. |