Paper planes and paper boats
Won't you come and and carry me home
Little girl across the street
Come and build some sandcastles with me
Dirty stains from summer rains
Running through those hidden lanes
Bring me out of this cage when longing for the good old days
Lets take a step back
To the time when we thought fairytales were real
Lets paint our eyes with pastel colours
So that everything seems so real.
So why cant we just take things slow
And why is there a need to go
So carry me home
Paper planes and paper boats
Won't you come and carry me home

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