| A little old man said hey to a butterfly
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| How do your wings take you away
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| Well I was sittin' in a cocoon
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| Underneath the yellow moon in the winter time
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| One opened up and I started to fly
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| The wind came from the east so I flew to the west
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| Now I really don’t know why
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| Lord I guess I knew that way best
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| How does night turn to day
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| How does sunshine turn to rain
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| How come things have to change
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| How don’t matter anyway
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| So the little bitty butterfly sat and asked the man
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| How do your songs take you away
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| I was sitting on a barstool wasn’t feelin' real cool labeled habitual liar
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| My wound opened up and I started to write
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| Words came for the more but I wrote for the less
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| Now I really don’t know why
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| Lord I guess I knew that way best
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| How does night turn to day
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| How does sunshine turn to rain
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| How come things have to change
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| How don’t matter anyway, anyway
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| How does night turn to day
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| How does sunshine turn to rain
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| How come things have to change
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| How don’t matter anyway, anyway
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| How does night turn to day
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| How does sunshine turn to rain |
| How come things have to change
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| How don’t matter anyway |