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Through cloudy highs, I can see the distant signs of what used to be
The sounds of joy disappear in the size of utility
And in my mind, all my pretty paper dreams have flown
(Oh baby!)
(Han Han)
(Help me!)
In city streets are the sights and the sounds of activity
The bustling crowds on their self-appointed ways, never notice me
How can I find all my pretty paper dreams alone?
Through cloudy highs, I can see the distant signs of what used to be
The sounds of joy disappear in the size of utility
And in my mind, all my pretty paper dreams have flown
(Oh baby!)
(Han Han)
(Help me!)
In city streets are the sights and the sounds of activity
The bustling crowds on their self-appointed ways, never notice me
How can I find all my pretty paper dreams alone?
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Lyrics:
Through cloudy highs, I can see the distant signs of what used to be
The sounds of joy disappear in the size of utility
And in my mind, all my pretty paper dreams have flown
(Oh baby!)
(Han Han)
(Help me!)
In city streets are the sights and the sounds of activity
The bustling crowds on their self-appointed ways, never notice me
How can I find all my pretty paper dreams alone?
(Oh baby!)
(Han Han)
(Help me!)
(Oh baby!)
(Han)
(Oh baby!)
(Han Han)
(Oh baby!)
(Help! Please!)
(Help me!)
(Help me!)
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