Paperboys

Running around with a pistol in hand
Searching his way for tomorrow all over the town
Its Charlie Brown, he is cracking down

Sweating so badly, working so hard
Here is paperboy driving, he’s driving around
It feels so strange; so many shadows are staring at him
And all the reflections in his mind saying “boy come on home”

There is a place, where paperboys goin’ holiday
There is a place, there is a place

Hey Mr. Bungalow Bill, have you heard the news, well, she’s crazy about me
It’s so surreal; she wants a baby from me
Check out the paper, were going to drawn
War is coming your way, go underground
Don’t give up; one day you’ll find an answer
And all the questions in his mind saying “boy come on home, come on home”

There is a place, where paperboys go holiday
There is a place, there is a place

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