| We’ve been to the top, we’ve been to the bottom
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| We’ve known everything and forgotten, yeah
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| You’ve kicked me around, you’ve wrapped me in cotton
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| You’ve carried our load and you’ve shot them, yeah
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| We’ve argued by the baggage claim
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| We’ve accepted and we’ve laid blame
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| We’ve drank Sangthip in monsoonal rain
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| We’ve felt separate and we’ve felt the same
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| We’ve shared joy and we’ve shared pain
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| We’ve shared guilt and we’ve shared shame
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| We’ve bought into the stupid games
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| We’ve freed each offer and we laid claim
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| Oh yes, the butterflies are still there
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| 'cause we came from the same cocoon |