Paper Aeroplane - KT Tunstall
This stone that I have swallowed,
Isn't goin' down so well,
And this road that I have followed,
Is leading me to hell,
You said it didn't matter,
That I think you're a liar,
Is this one of your talents,
Stokes the very fire that burns you,
Each time you try to live,
The earth will turn below you,
The Pressure is building and something has to give,
And when I build you a stable,
You say it's incomplete,
You need the whole cathedral,
To satisfy your need,
You're like a paper aeroplane,
That never seems to land,
Flying blind through anything,
Straight into the hand That chokes you,
Each time you try to live,
The earth will turn below you,
The Pressure is building and something has to give,
Something has to give,
Something has to give,
Something has to give,
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