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It’s funny how we all live within arms reach
And those old shoes still don’t feel good on new feet
Alone together on an island of a thousand dreams
We used to say we'd fly this plane across the sky
'Til one day there were no more tears to cry
Along the river I bid you my last goodbye
(I hate the world...)
I can see your house from here
Lights are on the coast is clear
Folding up this piece of paper
Into a paper plane
I can see your house from here
Lights are on the coast is clear
Folding up this piece of paper
Into a paper plane
I'm turning away
Into something
That is bigger than anything you'd say
In a paper plane
In a paper plane
In a paper plane
(Folding up...)