High in the sky, but oh so fragile.
Time is nothing but numbers, fate is nothing short of a lie.
Life is what you make it, sometimes "do or die".
If ever your back is up against the wall,
Stick your hand in your pocket & call.
You're all I need, you're all I want.
Paper Airplane, please don't get shot.
DOWN.
Down where the dirt meets the trees, little bigs crawl.
Down where the bugs crawl is where they wait for you, wait for you to fall.
So Paper Airplane stay where you are
There isn't anyone or anything that can touch us
No nothing, not no one, not at all.
My Paper Airplane.
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