| The butterfly lands on my palm
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| And starts to speak to me
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| He tells me to not think in 4's
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| It’s time to think in 3's
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| It’s a voice I recognise
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| As a child he spoke to me
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| He whispered softly through my toys
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| And sang into my dreams
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| Into the light is where I’ll go
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| My body is not my soul
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| When I die my spirit rise
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| Upon a cloud of gold
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| So nothing stands
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| Between me and my maker
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| He leads me gently to the maze
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| It’s as far as he will go
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| So I go down to underworld
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| To face the beast alone
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| There I saw infinity
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| Coursing through my veins
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| And every love I’ve ever had
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| And should hope to have again
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| Into the light is where I’ll go
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| My body is not my soul
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| When I die my spirit rise
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| Upon a cloud of gold
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| I send a prayer to the firmament
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| To remove what’s in my way
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| So nothing stands
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| Between me and my maker
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| There are times we share our thoughts
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| And can speak without words
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| Like ghosts appear in cigarette smoke
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| Like god as birds in flight
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| If I abstain from lustful thoughts
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| And read the sacred texts
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| The boy you knew is different now
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| He’s on another plane
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| Into the light is where I’ll go
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| My body is not my soul
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| When I die my spirit rise
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| Upon a cloud of gold
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| I send a prayer to the firmament
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| To remove what’s in my way
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| So nothing stands
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| Between me and my maker
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| Taste your words before you speak
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| Careless talk can sink a ship
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| The trickster pulls on magik strings
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| It leads a path, coincidence
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| Coincidence?
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| Coincidence?
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| Coincidence?
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| Was it all coincidence?
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| Coincidence?
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| Coincidence? |