| I said, «If I make it to Rome, dear God, don’t forsake me»
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| I’m proud, but I’m aching
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| I look at the ground and I’m shaking
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| I gave you the crown I was making
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| I hang in the clouds and I’m waiting
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| 'Til they come around and they make me
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| Pull up my tray and my seat back
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| Safety is key and I see that anxiety needs that
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| This is Sobrieties feedback
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| I’m high off the day she hit me back
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| And told me that she liked my words
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| (Told me that she liked my words)
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| She recites Amelie, seems like their hers
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| ('Cites Amelie, seems like their hers)
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| She’s an anomaly, easy for her
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| ('Nomaly, easy for her)
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| She said she’s fond of me, I’m feeling honesty
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| I’m feeling honor she even responds to me
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| I’m floating by your side
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| On a paper plane I ride
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| And we touched down
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| Feel her in spirit and mind and biology
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| Feel her in all of me, now I see
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| All of these years I was lonely, in fear of monogamy
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| Hear my philosophy: nobody’s stranded
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| (Nobody's property, nobody’s branded)
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| I don’t know Socrates, so my apologies
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| Thought love was not for me and my abandonment issues
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| A tissue, I will not be handed
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| Though I’ve been missing you since I was handed
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| To mama, no armor, see, I’m a new breed of the Adam
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| And If you knew what I mean, I am adamant
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| I can be seen flying dragons
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| (Through all that is real and imagined)
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| See me in panic through volcanic ash, forty hours of travel
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| Thank God that we landed, thank God that we landed
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| And it’s crazy to think we ain’t touched, wow
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| I’m floating by your side
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| On a paper plane I ride
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| And we touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down, yeah
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| We said that we’d meet up at baggage
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| (Said we would leave out the baggage)
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| Check the TV for her status, my head for her beauty
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| And now she got me feeling average
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| I guess it’s true that we all need a hand with them
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| My psychologist told me to manage them
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| For a man of my age, I must get it together
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| You get it? |
| Man, age, manage them, forget it
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| I’m floating by your side
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| On a paper boat I ride
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| And we touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down, yeah
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| (I'm floating)
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| My problem is I need attention
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| (On a paper plane)
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| I tried to solve it as most do with mentions
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| Mentions of grandeur and/or candor
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| And did I mention that I’m a musician?
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| (Did I mention that I’m a musician?)
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| (Did I mention that I’m a musician?)
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| Sending songs over water like pigeons
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| Or was it pigs to the slaughter? |
| I’m guessing
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| Before you were here, these were just prayers in the dark
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| So dark, I thought no one was listening
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| But there you were listening
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| Two parts in a pair that met in the air
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| The Arc de Triomphe, I’m envisioning
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| (Thank God that we never cut pigeon wings)
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| We never cut pigeon wings
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| I’m floating by your side
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| On a paper plane I ride
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| And we touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down, yeah
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| I’m floating by your side
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| On a paper plane I ride
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| And we touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down
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| We touched down, yeah
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| I’m floating
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| On a paper plane
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| And we touched down |