Should we pay the toll
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For every black hole?
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Should we pay a fee
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Incessantly, obsessively?
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Should we pay to talk
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As we¡¯re eating chalk?
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But they can¡¯t make us pay,
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No not today, no not this way.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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Should we pay them back
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For every heart attack?
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Or should we wait and see
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depressingly, in a minor key?
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Should we pay up front?
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Should we be so blunt?
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I bet our check will bounce
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And drop in weight, with every ounce.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This world is made of paper.
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If we don't move they¡¯ll draw us smaller and smaller.
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This World Is Made Of Paper
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| Thunderbirds Are Now! |
