[Verse] Michelle and Chris in a digital spin Adapting fast but where to begin Northwest Prime Time Now just a screen Chasing the echoes of what used to be seen [Verse 2] Senior hearts longing for ink and page Stories of life Wisdom And age The rustle of paper A tactile grace Lost in the void of this digital space [Chorus] Oh paper dreams where did you go Tangible stories that used to flow Fingers tracing lines of the past Now we scroll through memories too fast [Verse 3] Michelle edits with a heavy sigh Chris sells ads but wonders why The warmth of print feels so far away Replaced by clicks at the break of day [Bridge] Change is a storm we cannot deny But the heart holds tight to the days gone by The smell of newsprint the morning light Now just pixels glowing in the night [Chorus] Oh paper dreams where did you go Tangible stories that used to flow Fingers tracing lines of the past Now we scroll through memories too fast
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