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Verse 1:
Though you think you're having good times
With the boy that you just met (paper sun)
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run (on the run)
Don't be too upset because it's just a paper sun
Chorus:
(guitar and sitar, 2X):
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[repeat intro]
Verse 2:
In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes are thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips [?] to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
[repeat chorus]
[repeat intro]
Bridge:
D5 [w/sitar as per intro] Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn
(Too much sun will burn) Too much sun will burn
(Too much sun will burn)
Verse 3:
When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the sixpence for the phone And icicles you're crying Don't be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun
[repeat chorus]
Coda [separated from "Paper Sun", titled "We're A Fade, You Missed This", and moved to last track of US LP]