| All dressed up In a white straitjacket
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| Shut your mouth
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| No, you can’t have it Paper airplanes
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| Open window
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| Here today
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| And, gone tomorrow
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| I like to stare at the sun
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| And think about what I’ve done
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| I lie awake in my great escape
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| I like crossing the line
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| And slowly losing my mind
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| Are you ok, 'cause I feel fine
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| Maybe it’s me
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| I’m just crazy
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| Maybe I like that I’m not alright
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| All messed up And slightly twisted
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| Am I sick
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| Or am I gifted
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| Paper airplanes
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| Open window
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| Here today
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| And, gone tomorrow
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| I like to stare at the sun
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| And think about what I’ve done
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| I lie awake in my great escape
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| I like crossing the line
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| And slowly losing my mind
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| Are you ok, 'cause I feel fine
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| Maybe it’s me
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| I’m just crazy
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| Maybe I like that I’m not alright
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| Woah
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| I don’t care if you apologize
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| I can’t lie
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| Woah
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| I can’t lie
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| I like to stare at the sun
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| And think about what I’ve done
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| I lie awake in my great escape
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| I like crossing the line
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| And slowly losing my mind
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| Are you ok, 'cause I feel fine
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| Maybe it’s me
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| I’m just crazy
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| Maybe I like that I’m not alright
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| Maybe I like that I’m not alright |