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