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Flying away on a plane to New York City, she's clutching her guitar like it is some kind of shield because it takes her to a place where he cannot reach her, but somehow I fear she's just like Dorothy in the poppy fields and he's the wicked witch who'll break her heart again All I need is a great big house to fall from the sky. All I need is a bucket of water then its bye bye to that guy. Sylvia you're flying away from me now, and I wish I could join you on your journey to Oz. But all I can do is stand here and clutch my guitar wondering if you are just like Dorothy was sleeping in the poppy fields as he is closing in. Aus Songtexte Mania