| There there
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| Hey now
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| What’s this I’m hearing about
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| The butterfly flew into the ground
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| One too many nets around
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| And you go to him like a mosquito to skin
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| I see you wanna be so close to the edge
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| And you’re running
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| You’re running
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| You’re running without your feet
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| You believe there’s a ground
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| If you step over
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| And you fall down
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| But there may not be
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| There there
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| Hey, now
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| What’s that you’re talking about
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| Your cup runneth over and out
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| One too many cups around
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| And you’re a mess
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| You wanna confess
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| I wish there was something
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| So profound that I could say
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| You know it’s bad for you
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| But you still want to do it anyway
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| And you go to him like a mosquito to skin |