Robert Jones - Paperhead | Текст песни

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oh few it was the paper shredder I fell through

you wrote me off and you drove home


my heads ripped cause the nose would pick up on something
it's too late cause the bag was held in the wrong hand
oh few it was the paper shredder I fell through

you wrote me off yeah you wrote me off and you drove home

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