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Paper Things
Do you ever feel like me
Are your dreams in magazines
Or paper things that get thrown away
Do you dream in color
Ever wonder like me
Is this all there is
A flickering TV
Late night doing nothing while she sleeps
Reaching out for something I wanted more
I wanted more
Don't sleep
Your life away
Don't sleep but dream
Always looking for what's next
But waking up and knowing I've missed it
So I'll sing at the top of my lungs
Hoping that she'll hear me, hoping I'm someone
I wanted more, I wanted more, I wanted more
