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