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Surrounded by strangers Their sounds and their changes There's a big old man in hiss underpants He plays the clarinette every night Trying hard to figure it out In the flat above They are making love I guess they'll have a beautiful son Practicing as much as they've done Paper planes Folding paper planes Throwing paper planes To clear my head In the flat below there's the Cosby Show And Theodor is screaming at Bill Claire is mad and Ruby is ill There's a cat out there Running everywhere Chasing all the girls in the park I wish that I could see in the dark Paper planes Folding paper planes Throwing paper planes To clear my head Paper planes Folding paper planes Throwing paper planes To clear my head I'm surrounded by strangers Their sounds and their changes I'm surrounded by strangers Their sounds and their changes |