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I'm a little butterfly |
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In your cruel hands soon I'll die |
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It's my destiny, I know |
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There's no way for me to go |
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Silence is just killing me |
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I beg you to set me free |
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Two months in this vault |
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I can't stay here any more |
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But everything's in his will |
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Of this mad collector He |
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Says he loves me tenderly |
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But his plan's enormity |
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The most atrocious thing is that |
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People don't know anything |
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They don't know if I'm alive |
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Or whether I'm dead?. |
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Mother don't you cry all night |
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Father don't you cry all night |
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There's a fire in my soul |
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In your souls I burn a hole |
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But everything's in his will |
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Of this mad collector He |
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Says he loves me tenderly |
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But his plan's enormity |