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The silver and gold and it's growing cold |
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Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves |
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Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone |
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'Cause the mandolin wind is the melody |
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That turns your heart to stone |
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The heat of your breath, carving shadows on the mist |
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Every angel has the wish but she's never been kissed |
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A broken dream haunts you in your sleep |
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And hiding in your smile |
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A secret you must keep, love cuts you deep |
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Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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There's no scarlet in you |
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Lay your veil down for me |
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As sure as God made wine |
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You can't wrap your arms around a memory |
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Take warmth from me |
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Cold autumn winds cut sharp as a knife |
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And in the dark for me |
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You're the candle flame that flickers to life |
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Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Wise men say, "All is fair in love and war" |
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And, "There's no right and wrong in the design of love" |
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And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings |
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Broken and torn |
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Crushed like a flower under the snow |
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And like a flower in spring |
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Love will rise again to heal your wings |
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Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
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Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
