| Once upon a time in a forest
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| Two friends were playing joyfully
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| Climbing rocks all day till darkness
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| Mesmerized by stars above the trees
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| Nothing could take you away from me
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| And no one could take me away from you
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| Growing up, lost in the wilderness
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| Crawling around from tree to tree
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| Always together in joy or sadness
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| But life has so much more to see
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| When hopes and dreams unite
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| You’ll be born again
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| From the ashes you’ll rise
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| Like the wind beneath your wings
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| You fly away
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| You were born to fly butterfly
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| Far away you’ll fly butterfly
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| You are free to fly butterfly
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| Spread your wings and fly…
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| Brothers and sisters
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| Heart and soul united
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| By the sword of ignorance and prejudice
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| We’ll be divided
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| New days arise over a brand new world
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| Red coloured wings glide above and swirl
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| Fluttering with pride and heart as pure as pearl
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| Blue wings are left behind shinning red mirrors
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| Spread your wings like nations raise their flag
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| The blind can see beyond the tones and shades of life
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| Those blessed with open eyes polish their narrow mind
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| Prejudice once learned, hatred runs in your veins
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| Bigotry lines will rhyme in your anthems of shame
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| Spread your wings like nations raise their flag
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| Raise their flag
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| Spread your wings like nations wave their flag
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| Entangled in a web that never really caught your eyes
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| The more you try to free yourself
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| The more it pulls you tight
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| True wonders of nature are not always on your side
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| You can scream, cry, fight back
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| You‘re just a butterfly
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| Dark eyes in the corner waiting to see the signs
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| Awaken by vibrations of your softest sigh
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| Slowly approaching enjoying your desperate fight
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| In the eyes of the spider
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| You’re just another butterfly
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| All you took for granted is lost
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| Only then you realize
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| All your friends have gone now
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| No one would stand by your side
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| The velvet covering your wings
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| That built your circle and your pride
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| Won’t make much of a difference
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| On the day you die
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| Once you give in to all this madness
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| Blue angels you’d never hoped to see
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| One last look that fills your heart with sadness
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| He gave his life to set you free
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| Who are you to see what lies within my heart?
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| And who’s to judge me by the colour of my wings?
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| Who are you to know what lies deep in my soul?
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| And who’s to judge me by the colour of my wings?
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| What difference does it make if we can fly away?
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| The colours of our wings
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| What differences does it make once we fly away
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| You were born to fly butterfly
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| Far away you’ll fly butterfly
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| You are free to fly butterfly
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| Spread your wings and fly…
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| Little butterfly |