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Like Something Sad (In My Paper Cup)
The birds fly up
On chariots of velvet
Like something sad
In my paper cup
Your lips press against mine
Like rose petals on baby's skin
Like something sad
In my paper cup
The birds fly up
On chariots of velvet
Like something sad
In my paper cup
Your lips press against mine
Like rose petals on baby's skin
Like something sad
In my paper cup
