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Incubus - Paper Shoes lyrics
I fly I soar This I adore And then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way that it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater I'd rather be alone You're about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather But pain will roll off like water on feather You'd fly You'd soar But then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way that it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater I'd rather be on my own You're about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather But pain will roll off like water on feathers |
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