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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
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