Paper Thin Man
Paper thin man pick up his guitar
Paper thin man started to play
He starting to like his musics
He starting to getting a style
But he can't stop now
Watch it now, here he come
His background was harsh
Children thought he was a bit odd
He looks up to the sky, with a smile
Go and reach ups for yours dreams
I needs a voice to move on
Show me a way to get there
My hand crushing my chest
Don't you think
Don't you think we'll get there
Well you ask me