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You might wake up some morning |
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To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind |
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And if you're quick enough to rise |
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You'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow |
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Out on the new horizon you may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings |
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And if the sleep has left your ears |
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You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow |
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Don't be concerned it will not harm you |
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It's only me pursuing something |
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I'm not sure of |
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Across my dreams with nets of wonder |
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I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love |
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You might have heard my footsteps |
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Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind |
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I might have even called your name as |
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I ran searching after something to believe in |
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You might have seen me runnin' |
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Through the long abandonned ruins of the dreams you left behind |
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If you remember something there |
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That glided past you followed close by heavy breathing |
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Don't be concerned it will not harm you |
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It's only me pursuing something |
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I'm not sure of |
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Across my dreams with nets of wonder |
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I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love |
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I chase the bright butterfly of love |
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I chase the bright butterfly of love |
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Bu-bu-bu-butterfly of love bu-bu-bu-butterfly of love |
