| Watch me fly like a rainbow in the sky
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| Winter comes and renders everything in black and white
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| I see all the butterflies you captured on your way
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| Chloroform and needles pinning wings to your display
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| You can’t see me, you can’t feel me
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| You can’t catch me, you can’t touch me
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| My Siberian butterfly
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| Across this land there are no nature scenes
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| Instead you drill and pillage everything of beauty
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| In your biosphere you pin these wings so dear
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| If you touch my chitin surely I will disappear
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| You can’t see me, you can’t feel me
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| You can’t touch me, you can’t keep me
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| My Siberian butterfly
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| You were chasing me through a dream, origami and gabardine
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| All the fields of my past are shiny glass and steel
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| Every Sunday the local men gather up at the barn and
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| When the sun goes down the sky is filled with rainbow butterflies
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| You can’t see me, you can’t feel me
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| You can’t keep me, you don’t need me now
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| My Siberian butterfly |