Teksty: Nada Surf. Let Go. Paper Boats.

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sit on a train, reading a book
same damn planet every time i look
try to relax and slow my heartbeat
only works when ia??m dead asleep
been thinking and drinking all over the town
must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down
all i am is a body floating down-wind
whata??s wrong?
nothing
are you sure nothinga??s wrong?
yeah
but youa??re sad about something
yeah
so tell me what
i dona??t know
i cana??t tell you
all i am is a body floating down-wind
as the express train passes the local
it moves by just like a paper boat
although it weighs a million pounds
i swear it almost seems to float
and as we pass by each other
our heads all full of bother
we cana??t look, we cana??t stop
we cana??t think, we cana??t stop
because wea??re stuck in our own paths
and ita??s the way it always lasts
but i need something more from you