Sweat drops on our foreheads
On every door
Our eyes looking
For her thick fat fingers
Playfully dance
Around our sweet
Precious, beautiful fears
She eats so hungry
And in exchange
We'll sit folding
Our paperplanes
And then we throw them all away
And then start shunning again
Who started this game?
Us or them?
A little honesty
Would do no wrong
But until then
We'll sit folding
Our paperplanes
And then we throw them all away
And then start shunning again

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