Lyrics
You
can't
erase
the
paper
chase
She'll
make
you
play
it
in
the
bright
merry
morning
She'll
run
and
hide
and
leave
you
the
paper
Promises
behind
her
as
she
runs
across
the
square
You
can't
win
the
race,
she'll
set
the
pace
You'll
hear
her
laughing
just
behind
the
foolish
fences
Throw
back
the
gate
and
find
the
piece
of
paper
Lying
on
the
curbstone
but
the
lady
won't
be
there
And
later
in
the
day
you'll
be
searching
for
a
way
To
let
her
know
you're
ready
for
her
little
game
to
end
'Cause
it's
getting
dark
and
then
You'll
see
her
face,
a
glimpse
of
lace
And
you'll
go
running
through
the
last
sweet
dying
daydreams
Calling
her
name
but
she's
been
home
an
hour
Laughing
at
the
mirror
as
she
combs
her
paper
hair
And
later
in
the
day
you'll
be
searching
for
a
way
To
let
her
know
you're
ready
for
her
little
game
to
end
'Cause
it's
getting
dark
and
then
You'll
see
her
face,
a
glimpse
of
lace
And
you'll
go
running
through
the
last
sweet
dying
daydreams
Calling
her
name
but
she's
been
home
an
hour
Laughing
at
the
mirror
as
she
combs
her
paper
hair
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