| Misty mountain crevices hold treasures buried deep
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| A blizzard or rain can’t wash any memories that you keep
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| I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
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| Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars
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| Made my way through the Milky Way
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| Last I saw you metamorphasized, a chrysalis into a butterfly
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| You opened your wings, such beautiful things, and then I saw you fly away so
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| high
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| A bird’s-eye view up to the stratosphere, all the universe reflected in your
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| eyes
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| I came to despise your see-through disguise
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| Your web of lies, and all the empty words you say
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| But pop when they reach the top
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| Last I saw you change inside, a chrysalis into a butterfly
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| You open your wings, such beautiful things
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| And then I watch you fly away to die
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| I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
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| Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars
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| Made my way through the Milky Way
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| But pop when they reach the top
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| But pop when they reach the top
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| But pop when they reach the top
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| I see you like a bubble in the air
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| But bubbles can rise
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| But pop when they reach the top |