| I spilled the ink across the page
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| Tryin' to spell your name
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| So I fold it up and I flick it out
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| Paper aeroplane
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| It won’t fly the seven seas to you
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| 'Cause It didn’t leave my room
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| But it awaits the hands of someone else
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| The garbage man
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| So he opens it up and reads it out
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| To all his friends
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| Amongst the crowd a heart will break
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| And a heart will mend
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| He walks on home tired from work
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| The letter falls from his hand
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| He reaches out only to catch the sky
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| It’s gone with the wind
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Go
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| Said I spilled the ink across the land
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| Tryin' to spell your name
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| Up and down there it goes
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| Paper aeroplane
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| It hasn’t flown the seven seas to you
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| But it’s on its way
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| It goes through the hands
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| Then to someone else to find you girl
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Got to say hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Got to say hmm |