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Do you ever get the feeling that you're getting too small for this world Do you ever get the feeling you can never run fast enough Just pretend that it's all going according to plan I'm on my way I'm on my way I fly my paper airplanes into the sun Do you ever get the feeling that some pieces of the puzzle may be missing Do you ever the feeling that you're talking but there's no-one there to listen Do you ever get the feelin that you may be getting outgrown Ever find yourself believin' you're together to discover you're alone Let's pretend that it's all going according to plan I'm on my way… I'm doing fine The view's divine from the aurora I fly my paper airplanes into the sun Come fly my paper airplanes… Bye, bye paper airplanes Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get the feeling again…? From Letras Mania