| It's so much that I wonder
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| And I do not feel well
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| flying by seconds
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| Like a paper plane
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| It's already the second time I've let the train pass
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| B-but they won't take me to their destination I know so much that I wonder
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| And I do not feel well
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| flying by seconds
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| Like a paper plane
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| It's already the second time I've let the train pass
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| B-but to their destination they will not take me what I know Tell me what they want
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| what's in store for me
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| Living in a dream
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| without thinking about anything
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| Then they talk about branch
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| what a job
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| smoke a movie
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| and go to bed
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| They say they know everything
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| But they're wrong
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| Well, they don't go further
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| look at my star
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| I left a mark there
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| For those who climb to the top
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| And I can look at it
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| How much I want to return to that beginning
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| See it differently because everything has changed to the maximum
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| It is not logical if tragic
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| your behavior are
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| A bad range of influences for everyone
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| And it's so much that I wonder that I don't feel right
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| Flying low to the ground like a paper plane
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| About to crash so run and blow it
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| to take flight again
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| Well it won't fly with faith And it's so much I wonder that I don't feel right
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| Flying low to the ground like a paper plane
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| About to crash so run and blow it
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| to take flight again
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| Well, he will not fly with faith Arto
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| Crazy and more than Arto
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| Gambling with death and truth
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| That is not for so much
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| Birth
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| Towards a new port I'm fed up
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| Give me some reason not to be safe
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| I-I-I run with peace towards my goal
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| Whoever says otherwise does not know what I write
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| look cousin
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| I keep fighting on the edge
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| Knowing every part instantly and I'm gone
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| I co-trust mine and a few others
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| That's how I make sure that the shit can't splash on me
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| Looking forward, never backwards
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| Biri Biri Biri goes They go looking for a way out
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| I already find myself outside and the truth escapes me
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| I knew every part of your way
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| That's why I was on the platform almost every day
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| And it's so much that I wonder that I don't feel right
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| Flying low to the ground like a paper plane
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| About to crash so run and blow him
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| to take flight again
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| Well it won't fly with faith And it's so much I wonder that I don't feel right
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| Flying low to the ground like a paper plane
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| About to crash so run and blow him
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| to take flight again
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| For it will not fly with faith |