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Girl, I made you a paper craneAll the other boyfriends made their girlfriends paper planesSometimes in my headSometimes you are deadSometimes you are livingOh, it rainsDarling, I don't think I can suffer all of your pain.Maybe we'll discuss entropy out by the swingsI don't think we're smart enough to understand all these complex thingsSometimes we'll danceSometimes we won'tSometimes we'll just stop and singOut on the corner, there's a pedophile and he's selling diamond rings.The streetlights are shining but they shine for no oneThey shine to be shown and to glow in the darkYou're standing under one with a suitcase in handAnd you look like you've nowhere to go.To go.To go.To go.To go.The pavement and sidewalks are all made from paper cranesPollution and hypocrisy, oh god, it just hurts my brainSongtexteSometimes it is goodSometimes it is badSometimes it's just so insaneThere's nothing to be lost at this pointNothing to be gained.So I'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in blackI'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming backI see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-greenAccepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.I'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in blackI'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming backI see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-greenAccepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.Out on the corner there's a dinosaur and he's selling golden things.The streetlights are shining but they shine for no oneThey shine to be shown and to glow in the darkYou're standing under one with a suitcase in handAnd your mascara and lipstick are smudged on your face.Darling, you look like Hell. Aus Songtexte Mania