ARiding on a big white butterfly I turned my back away towards the sky DI closed my eyes to look for something Saw myself as really nothing AThen I realised my butterfly EWasn't really up there with me DWe all make mistakes, forgive me AWould you like to ride my butterfly E DADA ARiding on a long blue paperplane Getting seasick, sorry once again DLanding strip is getting nearer Hope the fog lifts, make it clearer AThen I realised my paperplane EWasn't really up there with me DWe all make mistakes, forgive me AWould you like to ride my paperplane E ARiding in a three grand Deutche car A to B is often very far DHome is near, but such a long way Legs and heads all feel the wrong way AThen I realised my Deutche car EIs only there to get me somewhere DEven so I really do care AWould you like to ride my Deutche car
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