Connor Simmons - Chains

If chains my were made of paper
and if the skies were sea.
I'd take a boat and drift away,
so you could be with me.

Since my chains are made of paper,
I could then be free.
I think it won't be easy,
but I know the key.

When chains were made of paper,
there was a secret that I knew.
Just follow you dreams and follow you heart,
that's all you have to do

Connor Simmons

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