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I'm just another heart broken
Among many
Stowed away
Writing songs in my bedroom 
Rolled Sleeves 
Creased shirt

Cutting out cardboard
Rusted Capos,

And the monochrome tones are enough to chill a man to the bone
Nothing seen nothing shown

And when I start to strain
I bend like cardboard in the rain
And I'll be

And just when I think that I'm through
I wake up thinking of you
There's no magic wand
That can make it come back
In a cardboard box of pizza in July
I'll

Lately I've been feeling like a cardboard box in the rain
Soaking up trouble, bout to buckle from the stress and the pain
Sick and tired of being

Suck your mum with a cardboard straw if you still think that I am the one to ignore
Got good chat I can turn a nun to a whore but I won't link at all

and start anew
When the screen turns black and the lights go on
That's when I'm gone, I'm gone
When it gets real I run
Back to that cardboard sun
Made in

their command now
And be another cardboard cut out
There are so many ways that you could shine

I'll be grateful always
For the way that I was raised
Who

the way it is and the way it will stay

Hard Times these days, Cardboard sign no place to lay
Hard times these days, thats the way it is and the way it will

Cherry flavored alcohol
Dried blood and spit on the wall
Can anybody hear my call
Putting up a cardboard wall
One blow you can take it all
Fight with

it feels like mountain rain
When it's icy gusts in a lonely game
We can sing
Cause we never sing alone
When we live cardboard lives
When our hearts

we're all warriors now
We can't just sit around
Where'd our brains go
How does democracy turn into idiocracy
Scared as hell now
Cardboard signs are

of my life
In a cardboard box that's only one foot wide
You'd always find a way to get us into a fight
And you said you'd quit the band probably hundreds

cardboard
No rap, but I'ma get rich, bitch, I'm talkin bout Forbes
Get up out my lane, this a hov
Catch a nigga blaze, no capone
On the money train, put you

scale and I'll drive it
Down our society's throat
Why can't we see
We're all people and we aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in

Cardboard dreams 
Paper people surround me as I gaze
Into a sky of tinfoil stars
It's my world I'm just a girl 
With paper dreams

When all my stupid words

portes que les fringues que toi-même tu fais

Sunburnt hips, low rise jeans
Cardboard clash and red red cheeks 
Red shoulders, red knees
Reddish eyes,

No honor
cmong saints

No saints
cmong the poor

Take them out
cnd line them up

Crush those cardboard 
Crosses down

Charities of cheeks turned
cnd

You said “I made a box from cardboard 
That I painted green and blue
Filled it up with kisses as I thought of you
I hope you understand its for

Feels like the civil gods are teething
Wallet is barren, cardboard's on the ceiling
I think they're doing their best
I think they're doing their best

brain

So I crawl and I walk and I run
But I just don't get nowhere
In the darkness I can breathe in
All the plastic in the air
Stumble into the cardboard

with cardboard
Now you live on hardwood floors Does he know you got broken doors
I get lost in what you found You'd bring me up to even ground
I was

the racks I got fast yah! (Pow, Pow, Slingo!)
Driving fast cars and we styling (Slatt, slatt!)
I got baked swole big styling (Ee-ee!)
I got all the cardboard

masterpiece
Why should I repent to appease them
Lay down on a cardboard altar
Shrouded in sin, no innocence
In the echo chamber of your faith
Save face
Or leave

It's Only a Paper Moon

Joe Newman

I Love My Woman

1978

Say, it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

Yes, it's only a canvas sky