| It’s not your room, it’s mine, and
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| You can’t be here to find out
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| Anything about me
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| You cannot know my family
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| 'Cause they’re not yours
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| But maybe that’s what you want to do
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| To find someone who wants to care for you
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| Well, you certainly have me…
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| And little moth, it’s gonna be hard
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| Some things we cannot fix
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| Some scrapes will be scars
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| But little moth, it’s gonna be okay
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| No one will change you
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| If you do not want to
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| And not everyone will stay
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| Some days, you might want to run and hide
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| To clip your thin wings and hang them out to dry
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| And though this may be true
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| It doesn’t mean you have to
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| Little moth, it’s time to go
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| And I know that right now, time is moving a little slow
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| But little moth, please take your time
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| You have more than you think
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| And you may feel like you’re sinking
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| But I swear you will be fine |