Paper Boy Songtext

paper boy paper boywith your head on firewith your thoughts to yourselfpretty paper boypaper boy paper boywith your head in your handswith the weight of the worldpaper boylittle girl black girlwith your dreams cut shortwith a frightened gringod's little girlpretty girl running girldid you make them prouddid it come in a rushgod's little girlnobody cares and everyone agreesand we all pretend and we all believethat it's better to burn than it is to smoulderpray you're not aloneturn a knife in the back of a weaknessall god's fear and all god's reasonssmoke it right down to the filterbury your shaking hands
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