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Paper Dolls
All my friends are paper dolls
I used to be one too
until he came that sunny day
and showed be what to do
All of a sudden the paper trees
were blowing in the wind
the paper grass, the paper dogs
all knew they had sinned
I used to be one too
until he came that sunny day
and showed be what to do
All of a sudden the paper trees
were blowing in the wind
the paper grass, the paper dogs
all knew they had sinned
Published 20th Feb 2014
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