a i r p l a n e s
paper airplanes flying high,
passing trough the clear blue sky,
make a free fall on the water slide.
paper airplanes,
please tell me -
if i fly high,
would i fell and die?
paper airplanes answer me,
cause i'm on high on ecstasy,
i'm scared that i might,
paper airplanes - tell me lies.
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Bed of Proses.
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