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Riding on a big, white butterfly |
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I turned my [Incomprehensible] towards the sky |
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Closed my eyes to look for something |
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Saw myself as really nothing |
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Then I realized 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 paper plane |
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Getting seasick, sorry once again |
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Landing strip is getting nearer |
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Hope the fog lifts makes it clearer |
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Then I realized my paper plane |
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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 paper plane? |
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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 realized 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? |
