| Once I loved a butterfly
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| Don’t wonder how, don’t ask me why
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| But I believed what I’d been told
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| 'All things that glitter can’t be gold'
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| Ooooo ooo yeah
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| All things that glitter can’t be gold
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| Those jealous minds conspired to say
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| Just let that creature fly away
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| How can it be she has it all
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| Her pride is headed for a fall
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| Ooooo ooo yeah
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| All things that glitter can’t be gold
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| Oh Lord, what races we run
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| Seeking our place in the Sun
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| Reaching and doping we’ll find the right one
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| Now every day a new joy brings
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| My butterfly grew golden wings
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| It seems we find as we grow old
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| Some things that glitter may be gold
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| Ooooo ooo yeah
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| Some things that glitter may be gold
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| So let us mind what’s there to see
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| Before our hearts become too cold
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| In spite of all that we’ve been told
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| Some things that glitter may be gold
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| Ooooo ooo yeah
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| Some things that glitter may be gold
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| Ooooo ooo yeah
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| Some things that glitter
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| May be gold |