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( rossi / young ) |
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Riding on a big white butterfly |
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I turned my back away towards the sky |
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I closed my eyes to look for something |
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Saw myself as really nothing |
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Then i realised my butterfly |
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Wasn't really up there with me |
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We all make mistakes, forgive me |
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Would you like to ride my butterfly |
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Riding on a long blue paperplane |
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Getting seasick, sorry once again |
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Landing strip is getting nearer |
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Hope the foglifts, make it clearer |
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Then i realised my paperplane |
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Wasn't really up there with me |
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We all make mistakes, forgive me |
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Would you like to ride my paperplane |
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Riding in a three grand deutche car |
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A to b is often very far |
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Home is near, but such a long way |
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Legs and heads all feel the wrong way |
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Then i realised my deutche car |
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Is only there to get me somewhere |
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Even so i really do care |
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Would you like to ride my deutche car |
