A paper plane sails the sky
floats back and forth, free and wide.
A paper plane on its own
might as well be a mossy stone.
Hold on to me.
I’ll follow when you leap, and when we let go, honey,
I’ll hold on to you;
through any crash, no house; no money.
I won’t stop when we get stuck.
Fear is a heavy weight,
but I want to live like a paper plane.
A paper plane isn’t scared of heights,
one more fall won’t take its flight.
If we get knocked down, caught in a tailspin,
like a paper plane let’s go and find the wind.
Hold on to me.
I’ll follow when you leap, and when we let go, honey,
I’ll hold on to you;
through any crash, no house; no money.
I won’t stop when we get stuck.
Hurt is a heavy weight,
but I want to live like a paper plane.
I want to live.
Hold on to me.
I’ll follow when you leap, and when we let go, honey,
I’ll hold on to you;
through any crash, no house; no money.
I won’t stop when we get stuck.
Doubt is a heavy weight.
No, I won’t stop when we get stuck.
Fear is a heavy weight,
but I want to live like a paper plane.

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