Bb
Riding on a big white butterfly
I turned my back away towards the sky
Eb
I closed my eyes to look for something
Saw myself as really nothing
Bb
Then I realised my butterfly
F
Wasn´t really up there with me
Eb
We all make mistakes, forgive me
Bb
Would you like to ride my butterfly
Bb
Riding on a long blue paperplane
Getting seasick, sorry once again
Eb
Landing strip is getting nearer
Hope the fog lifts, make it clearer
Bb
Then I realised my paperplane
F
Wasn´t really up there with me
Eb
We all make mistakes, forgive me
Bb - F
Would you like to ride my paperplane
Solo:
Bb
Riding in a three grand Deutche car
A to B is often very far
Eb
Home is near, but such a long way
Legs and heads all feel the wrong way
Bb
Then I realised my Deutche car
F
Is only there to get me somewhere
Eb
Even so I really do care
Bb
Would you like to ride my Deutche car
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Contribuição: Taino Vieira(tainoguitarrista@yahoo.com.br)
Composição de Francis Rossi/Robert Young