| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| So I go to work and smile
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| And Im happy with myself
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| A brave face for my crowd
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| Correcting all my faults
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| With prescription medicine
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| My trouble surges
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| There is beauty on my own
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| Where I gloss over my flaws
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| At least I like to think I do Correct my errors and my faults
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| To be someone who is appeased
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| With who I am for
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| Again, again
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| Right then, I have to make a choice
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| Im gonna start right over as another boy
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| Just got to poke me, kick me off my arse
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| Make it rhyme, make it bland, make it sell
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| So she said «knew you off the tv Never mind, you must have had it easier
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| Than me, tell me whats your secret»
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| Make it rhyme, make it bland, make it sell
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new
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| And I feel a new beginning
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| Again, again
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| Again, again
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| Again (the beauty of a butterfly), again (the beauty of a butterfly) |