| You might wake up some morning
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| To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
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| And if you’re quick enough to rise
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| You’ll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
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| Out on the new horizon
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| You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
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| And if the sleep has left your ears
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| You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
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| Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
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| It’s only me pursuing something I’m not sure of Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
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| I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
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| You might have heard my footsteps
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| Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
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| I might have even called your name
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| As I ran searching after something to believe in You might have seen me runnin'
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| Through the long abandonned ruins of the dreams you left behind
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| If you remember something there
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| That glided past you followed close by heavy breathing
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| Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
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| It’s only me pursuing something I’m not sure of Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
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| I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
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| Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
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| I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
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| Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
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| I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love |