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Butterflies begin |
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From having been a larva |
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As a child is born |
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From being in a mother's womb |
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But how many times |
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Have you wished you were some other |
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Someone than who you are |
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Yet who's to say that if all were uncovered |
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You will like what you see |
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You can only be you |
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As I can only be me |
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Flowers can not bloom |
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Until it is their season |
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As we would not be here |
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Unless it was our destiny |
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But how many times |
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Have you wished to be in spaces |
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Times, places than what you were |
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Yet who's to say with unfamiliar faces |
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You could any more be |
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Loving you that you'd see |
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You can only be you as I can only be me |
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I can only be me |