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Paper Town

 

Paper Town

(album: KING - 2020)


Steal chairs, banners, blowing in the July breeze
Poster on a telephone pole, some rock 'n' roll wannabes
And parking behind that billboard sign that says Jesus is coming back soon
There's a cop with some tickets and a pen that's just itching to bleed out a whole lot of blue

This paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green

And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town

If you dance on the fender, a little bit of chrome, and the rust
There's a whole lot of world in the windshield just waiting on us
Don't it get old always being told where to go and what to do?
Yeah, that population sign will be just fine if we minus two

'Cause this paper town ain't cut out for you and me
Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green

And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town

Heads California, tails New York City
Caught in the air and kiss me

And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild
Feet on some gas and ride them for miles
Slide on your shades, paint up your lips
Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town
Yeah, this old paper town

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