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There zhā a paper sun |
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In a paper sky |
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There zhā an empty place |
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And I don yāng know why |
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That paper sun |
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In that paper sky |
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Can yāng help me now she zhā gone |
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I bǐng on my own |
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Can yāng help me now, I bǐng all alone |
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There zhā a painted moon |
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In a painted night |
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There zhā an empty plate |
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And it don yāng seem right |
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That painted moon |
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In that painted night |
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Can yāng help me now she zhā gone |
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I bǐng on my own |
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Can yāng help me now, I bǐng all alone |
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And all the pain |
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And all the rain that falls |
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Can yāng bring her back |
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She don yāng want me at all |
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There zhā a falling star |
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And it won yāng touch down |
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There zhā and empty face |
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Another lonely clown |
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That falling star that won yāng touch down |
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And all the pain |
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And all the rain that falls |
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Can yāng bring her back |
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She don yāng want me at all |
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And all the pain |
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And all the rain that falls |
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Can yāng bring her back |
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She don yāng want me at all |
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And all the pain |
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And all the rain that falls |
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Can yāng bring her back |
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She don yāng want me at all.. ll.. ll |
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Ahhhh |