To Find You

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I spilled ink across the page trying to spell your name
So I fold it up and I flick it out
Paper aeroplane

It won't fly the seven seas to you
'Cause it didn't leave my room
But it awaits the hands of someone else
The garbage man

So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends
Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend
He walks on home tired from work
The letter falls from his hand
He reaches out only for it to catch the sky
It's gone with the wind

I spilled the ink across the page
Trying to spell your name
Up and down there it goes
Paper aeroplane

It hasn't flown the seven seas to you
But it's on its way
It goes through the hands
Of someone else
To find you girl

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