Chorus
Stamps on the window, pages in my hand
Tattered old glue, colors of distant lands
Dust on my fingers, a world on demand
Every little corner with a faded command
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh, glued on time
Oh-oh, stories in lines
Verse 2
Grandpa’s collection, passed in a wooden box
Tiny portraits, monarchs, and paradox
Wars and peace glued on paper thin
Every envelope, a secret tucked in
Pre-Chorus
History hiding in a paper square
One man’s travel, another’s care
Chorus
Stamps on the window, pages in my hand
Tattered old glue, colors of distant lands
Dust on my fingers, a world on demand
Every little corner with a faded command
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh, glued on time
Oh-oh, stories in lines
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