Paper Cups by Watershed
She goes her own way, she goes her own way..
She's getting old, I'm getting old too,
But it's all about me, and it's all about you..
She lights a candle, and calls me over..
Sit down, she says to me,
'cos I want to be a part, I don't want to be apart..
so I'm picking up the paper cups the writing on the
wall
is getting dark in here, too dark to fall along the
way,
so I'm picking up the paper cups and the writing on the
wall
is getting dark in here, too dark to fall along the
way..
She sings loudly, oh she makes me smile,
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