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He waits in the dark for lives, misguided and wrecked |
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The catcher of innocent souls |
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He's proud of his human collection |
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Of losers who give up the chase |
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Of winners who fail to look round |
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He creeps up behind the fallen and blind |
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They're gone! With hardly a sound |
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'Save me - somebody reach out a hand |
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Save me from eternity caught in the grip of |
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The Butterfly Man' |
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He waits in the dark for the scent of anger or hate |
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He hides behind ignorance |
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And it's never for long that he has to wait |
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A gentle caress |
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Is enough before fear takes a hold |
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The warning signs come far too late |
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By then he'll have captured your soul |
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'Save me - somebody reach out a hand |
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Save me from the agony caught in the grip of |
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The Butterfly Man' |
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'Save me - somebody reach out a hand |
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Save me from eternity caught in the grip of |
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The Butterfly Man' |
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'I've been here for so long |
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Don't even know what my purpose ever was |
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I don't even know where I belong |
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Through the years I've been waiting |
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Even time has lost it's meaning |
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Don't even know where I belong' |
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'Can't ever turn from this path |
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Don't even know what alternatives there are |
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Perhaps I wandered too far |
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I've been here for so long |
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Don't even hope for an end to all of this |
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I have no choice, but to carry on' |
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There you are fighting to escape from the womb |
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Dying in the snares of your chosen beliefs |
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Were you not set free far too soon? |
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There you are bathing in the warmth of creation |
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Drowning in the blood of your chosen beliefs |
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Prisoners of fate |
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Living in a state of sedation |
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'Save me - somebody reach out a hand |
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'Save me - somebody reach out a hand |
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Save me from eternity caught in the grip of |
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The Butterfly Man' |
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He waits in the dark |
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The catcher of elegant souls |
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Extravagant souls |
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Belligerent souls |
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He waits in the dark |
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His arms open wide |
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Never too short |
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Never too tall |
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He'll take them all |