| Well she didn’t see it coming
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| She was taken in the blink of her mother’s eye
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| Her whole world flashed
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| As the driver hit the gas
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| No time to ask «why?»
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| Slow motion crimson
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| The heart loses rhythm
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| The sirens kaleidoscope below
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| As she starts her float home
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| Out of luck
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| In the make believe
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| We’re all stuck inside
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| Of a butterfly’s dream
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| How do you save
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| The little footprints of a crane
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| In last night’s snow?
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| Holding on in vain to the skaters' figure 8s
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| Where the river now flows?
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| Red roses rising
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| Don’t fight your crying
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| Even from our ashes, cities grow
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| Where the streets are paved with gold
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| Out of luck
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| In the make believe
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| We’re all stuck inside
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| Of a butterfly’s dream
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| And I know you’ll agree
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| We’re all just too scared
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| Of disappearing
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| I wish I could hold you forever 'til time comes and swallows me
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| We’re all just stuck
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| Inside of a butterfly’s dream
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| Out of luck
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| In the make believe
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| We’re all stuck inside
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| Of a butterfly’s dream
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| We’ll soon be coming home
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| We’ll soon be coming home
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| We’ll soon be coming home
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| We’ll soon be coming home |