(Winwood/Capaldi)
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So you think you're having good times
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With the boy that you just met
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Kicking sand from beach to beach
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Your clothes all soaking wet
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But if you look around and see
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A shadow on the run
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Don't be too upset because it's just a paper sun
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Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun
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In the room where you've been sleeping
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All your clothes all thrown about
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Cigarettes burn window sills
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Your meter's all run out
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But then again it's nothing
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You just split when day is done
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Hitching lifts to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
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Standing in the cool of my room
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Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
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Too much sun will burn!
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When you're feeling tired and lonely
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You see people going home
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You can't make the train fare
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Or the six pence for the phone
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And icicles you're crying
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From your cheek have just begun
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Don't be sad, good times are had
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Beneath the paper sun
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Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
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A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
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The boy who had given you so much fun
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Has left you so cold in the paper sun
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TRO-Essex Music Inc. (ASCAP)
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Paper Sun
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