| A butterfly is in your hair
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| Reminding us it is that time of year
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| A cool shade and a spot in the sun
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| A cold struggle
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| But the tiresome brawl is won
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| How could you talk about suicide
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| How could you possibly see it as right
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| The long road through a deep ravine
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| Is leading out into the sun beams
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| Let’s go out tonight
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| You don’t need to be frightened
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| Don’t say it isn’t right
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| Move on, jump in, fall out
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| The old smoke is coughed away
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| A new breeze is blowing in our way
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| Tough luck, you’ve got to change
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| For such a long long fall
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| You’ve been out of range
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| Look in the mirror, there’s still good news
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| Don’t need the make up
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| You won’t look used
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| Can’t wake the dead up
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| No what you need
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| Is just a bar and some debauchery
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| Let’s go out tonight
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| You don’t need to be frightened
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| Don’t say it isn’t right
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| Move on, jump in, fall out
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| I passed the church on my morning walk
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| Crossed my mind she’s made of chalk
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| And more white than the holy saints
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| But not quite immune to this black malaise
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| I grabbed a smile off the midday sky
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| Got me thinking, do you wanna know why
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| It’s all there and it’s right outside
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| Come on kick the door and go face the light
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| Let’s go out tonight
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| You don’t need to be frightened
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| Don’t say it isn’t right
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| Move on, jump in, fall out |