Through the cold of the darkest woods, and to the top of the highest cliffs.
You're suffering now, with legs caught in despair, and all the while you still have perfect hair.



Could she reward more than a kiss this time?
For the adventure and the pain I have endured.
Because I'm sick of all the empty nights, with my brother, a timid man but pure.

So lay me down, let the hair fall in my face.
I predict the tasting of bittersweet molasses, and the sheets wet.
From spilled wine that is red.
Both here in the morning.
Never awkward, not a fret.
With the moon and I am shaken with the pressure of how may Iask of you...
This time it must be better.
To stay with me these lonely nights, after all that I have done would you consider?
This time it must be better.
This time it must be better,

Is this all time that I've wasted?
Is this all time that I've wasted?
Is this all time that I've wasted?
Is this...
So I retreat to my dwelling place.
Where I ponder, whether wander or walk away.
I believe strong-willed by the fire.
It happens time and time again.

and again, and again, and again,
this time it must be better,
again, and again, and again,
and again, and again, and again,
this time it must be better
again..
this time it must be better...


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Paper Hero song meanings
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