| Butterfly, butterfly
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| Flying into the wind
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| You can be sure of it That’s no place to begin
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| Over thinking every little thing
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| Acknowledge the bell you can’t unring
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| Tomorrow, you don’t have to say what you’re thinking
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| You don’t have to mean what you say
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| Butterfly, butterfly
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| Flutter in to the skies
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| Butterfly, butterfly
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| Their molecular cries
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| Chrysalis dreams waiting on the fifth in-star
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| These stained glass wings could only take you so far
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| You don’t have to say that it matters
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| You don’t have to turn something in Stay with it through thick and thin
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| Butterfly, begin
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| Butterfly, butterfly
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| Tomorrow, you don’t have to mean what you say
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| Left without a reason to stay
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| Comes the last hurrah
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| Here’s our last hurrah
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| Butterfly, butterfly
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| You can be sure of it Butterfly |