| Your skin was as white as the fresh fallen snow
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| Your eyes were so bright with a promising glow
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| Your lips red as roses and your hair black as coal
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| I would have given my life but you’ve taken my soul
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| There was nothing on you a man wouldn’t admire
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| My heart made of paper and you’ve been playing with fire
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| I think I will never know why you chose me
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| But I know that I’m not the man I used to be
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| You knew you’re my queen without realm without crown
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| Just one look from you turned my world upside down
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| You didn’t want a piece of me, you took the entire
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| My heart made of paper and you’ve been playing with fire
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| Your heart was so hungry and I was the feed
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| But soon you ate your fill and now I must bleed
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| You loved me forever but just for a while
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| You’ve broken my heart and my life with a smile
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| I’d never have dreamt of you being a liar
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| My heart made of paper and you’ve been playing with fire
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| I told you that I couldn’t live without you
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| You promised redemption it proved to be true
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| You shortened my suffering with a long knife
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| First she’d taken my love then she’d taken my life
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| Where we loved each other my bed was my pyre
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| My heart made of paper and you’ve been playing with fire
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| Now I’m hunting the land I’m prowling around
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| Or so many years I’ve been searching but found
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| Not a trace, I confess it’s unfortunately true
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| I should be ashamed but I still do love you
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| There still is this damned so called burning desire
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| My heart made of paper and you’ve been playing with fire
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| Now you know my name as my story’s exposed
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| Now you know why they call me the paper-hearted ghost
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| Music: M. Testory, R. Hoffmann
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| Words: A.F. Spreng |