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Rapp |
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Butterflies are very strong |
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They only cry when they're called upon |
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I wish I knew |
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The butterfly in you |
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The moth will play with the dirty flame |
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And end up burning inside |
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But the butterfly she is the flame |
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When there's so much pretty |
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There's so much pain |
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I think I see |
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Where all the butterflies must be |
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Upon a rock |
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A beautiful thing |
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Until the rocks come together |
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On her dusty wings |
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I think I know |
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Where all the butterflies must go |
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Butterflies are very strong |
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They only cry when they're called upon |
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I think I see |
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The butterfly in thee |
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Won't you spread your wings |
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On me |
