My imperfections are fuel to my passion
That live outside of your city limits
Oh, pray for my blasphemy
I do not hide who I am in my bedroom
I leave it exposed for the world to see
With your diagnosis I make many paper airplanes
That I throw back at you
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Paul
Paper aeroplanes or what it is, you that has to go collect the ones that no one catches.
The world is waiting for everyone in any respect,
go enjoy your freedom out there, Yours Ian
:: smiles :: ...I like the
:: smiles :: ...I like the vision in this one ;) ....as always great job!