Jon Bellion – Paper Planes (Guitar)

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All that ass, it was so first class

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She was my co-pilot with a mile high swag

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We would smoke all night just flying high like that

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Smoke smoke all night just flying high like, high like

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I needed her, I knew she needed me

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If we fly this thing, it's gonna take two people

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But the storm came fast, got a little rocky

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The oxygen masks from the ceiling, they were dropping

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We started to fall right out the sky without a warning call

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We started to fall, no parachute

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So we had no time to call for mayday, mayday

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We booked two tickets down to paradise

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One last flight tryna make it right

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But that's when the rain came, that's when the pain came

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Were never ever gonna make it fly

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We booked two tickets down to paradise

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One last flight tryna make it right

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But love came like a hurricane and we were just a paper plane

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I know we tried to fly away, yeah

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But we were just a paper plane

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It's funny how things end up, it's funny how we break it off

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Relationships they nose dive while one's career is taking off

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Publishing checks and fake smiles as I see my dad

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My pockets getting filled, but really, emptiness is all I have

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We crash, and now there's spare parts

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Bandages, and bad scars

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We're trying to mend broke Amelia Earharts

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And keep trying to fly on, fly on, fly on

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But I'm missing my right wing, my right arm, and that's you

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We started to fall right out the sky without a warning call

   C#
We started to fall, no parachute

             F#
So we had no time to call for mayday, mayday

   C#
We booked two tickets down to paradise

C#
One last flight tryna make it right

    F#
But that's when the rain came, that's when the pain came

F#
Were never ever gonna make it fly

    C#
We booked two tickets down to paradise

C#
One last flight tryna make it right

    F#                             D#m                             C#
But love came like a hurricane and we were just a paper plane

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I know we tried to fly away, yeah