Sunset Rubdown - Paper Lace Lyrics
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Paper Lace
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What Are The Lyrics For Paper Lace By Sunset Rubdown?
I heard you're suffering
Come be a wild thing Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady The stupid house you made Fell away like paper lace Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady And when you're done crying to everyone You can go back to your good home She will be tired But she'll be glad When you go back To your good home Paper burns and paper fades and paper crumples into ugly shapes Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady And when you're done crying to everyone You can go back to your good home She will be tired But she'll be glad When you go back To your good home And when she's done dancing with everyone She will go back to your good home She will be tired from loving everyone But she'll be glad that you're back home But for now Until you're home You ride with us There was no way you could have known About the things she didn't know she couldn't trust Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary (repeat through) Oh for now Until you're home You ride with us There was no way you could have known About the things she didn't know she couldn't trust Oh what's in the world? What's in the world? What's in the hearts of pretty girls? There's nothing left Inside the room you've filled With lion skins and laurels Those were good ideas But they weren't Diamonds and pearls |
Who Wrote Paper Lace By Sunset Rubdown?
Camilla Wynne Ingr, Jordan Cramer, Mark Nico, Michael Emery Doerksen, Spencer Krug
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