Sugarplum Fairy lyrics : "PAPER PEOPLE"
people will pass the dead all the time
this kind of man is never out of date
from my room I smell their hate
living in a small box that you call home
mirror knows that you are all alone
feeling too old and fat to make a sound
to this ugly world you feel bound
you don`t need the money, don`t you know
you don`t need to see the sun you know
you are old
you are old
this street looks alike the one before
the paper people I secretly adore
this drink makes me talk of love and hate
maybe babe it`s not too late
you don`t need the money, don`t you know
you don`t need to see the sun you know
you are old
you are old
you give me a day of what life means
you laugh to go home to make your youth real
you are old
you are old
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