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They say it's all like a little plane
Just flying again in a room full of pain
I would run away with your manners
Your questions and your answers
I am a man who thinks
That someone must have a choice
To be what he wants, drive his car
Make his own story up
I am a man
Who's flying on the path
In a little plane
It's carrying me
There's so many things
I'm lost in my thoughts
Why are we here?
Why tomorrow?
I'm backing up my friends like a band of wolves
Take care of them like a mother hen
You're alone, come to my plane
There's a place for honest men
I am a man
Who's flying on the path
And there's a lot of space for all my friends
But absolutely none for all I hate
Little by myself to keep calm
And stay all my pain
