Incubus
Paper Shoes
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I fly/
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I soar/
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this I adore.
CHORUS-
& then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes. I’m tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I’d rather be alone
you’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feather.
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You’d fly/
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REPEat-chorus
you’d soar.