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I'll take of mine certain purple smileThe second step is to make some noiseDepressed with a hungry skyThe same to deepest colour of the moonSustained butter gives an elicsireIt's in our handsYou're so ugly cleanBurning on my sightI'm singing 'bout a sinWith wet and dust in the atmosphereMy aeroplane got so high todayBut the children are cryingOne two three fourOne two three eightWhen i'l count nine it wiil be lateI lusten to your favourite loseBut when you turning wright i catch coldIt hurts when you're slightly soaping and touching my chinSmiling to my chinI need a sleepFor four hoursSongtexteBefore my scilenceIt's in me earsMy aeroplane gave you bombs to playBut all the children are happy and the sky is greyMy aeroplane got so high todayBut the children are cryingAnd the sky is grey. Aus Songtexte Mania