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how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs and red ballons how far we seemed to fly calling life a sugar spoon pain was a bird to fight sending feathered sticky kites through the night spring saw us leaving thinking to slide down a moony river but reaching just a cardboard sea the promised wonderland cross the drums battle sounds soon we lost our paper wings knew the thirst knew the pain learned to walk Songtexte to the man trying to stand we composed our best songs iron shoes tramped on us mad fanfare of dirty tunes then we knew taste of dust learned to fight to the man shaking fists we composed our last songs new every morning our poems will turn with care like the sunflowers cause we know the taste of time how far we drove swan from our fading paper town far from your sticky moons shiny kites and red ballons your nowhere wonderland ... Aus Songtexte Mania