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Trying to get me to stop
Oh, I try but I can't
Dying to hear you just talk
Oh, I'd die just to hear you again
Over and over I'm pushing these boulders up walls
Shorter and shorter, these days make me older
I can't complain, I can't refrain

I've got two hands and my wrists
And today they'll create
One million paper-made birds
That will fly but will break
Colder and colder, you give me that shoulder again
No rhyme or no reason explains all the treason you left me with
It's on your lips
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've turned my hands into fists
So today I can break
One million paper-made birds
That will fly, not today

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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