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The Paper Melody

Oh, It gets so cold. When we stand in line I feel invisible Uh oh, I've disappeared again. When I'm on the edge I feel invisible. Warm to the touch

Oh, It gets so cold. When we stand in line I feel invisible Uh oh, I've disappeared again. When I'm on the edge I feel invisible. Warm to the touch

I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there

in real bold but i couldn't think of anything good to say so the big ballot strings will never get played pretty melody i wrote will never get sanged piece of paper

you can call me so that I can send you a special gift this week. Get your paper and pen ready. Now, here's the service already in progress... The Lights

that's borrowed My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow I took the sorrow from the windchimes Left happiness lonesome and strung up Sarcasm to make the melody

should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which

hell 'cause I say this so well You can whistle my melody or noel You're still gonna get the Speak n Spell I get my ink from inkwell, my paper from the

they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare a deep thought To hit the street again, get it on Get this paper and breathe again Plan to