| A winking of light in the shadow down
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| you followed it without suspicion and now
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| slowly your conscience is fading away
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| smothered by a painful torpidity haze
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| Helpless you’re wondering how and why
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| you end up paralysed by invisible wires
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| a flash of awareness, finally you see
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| the spiders close on in the web they’re weaving
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| Slimy and spiteful, they can’t recognize
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| that they’re merely leading a pretence of life
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| butterfly, you’ve got nothing to share
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| with those cunning treacherous planners of traps
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| Fly, fly away…
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| Let them play their low-comedy
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| and die away in their meanness
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| They don’t deserve but pity
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| Their whole lives are not worth
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| a single beating of your heart
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| You dance in your flights with all rainbow’s hues
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| the sun and the breeze kiss and caress your beauty
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| who hatches in darkness is envious of this
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| and tries to constrain you in the same poverty
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| Fly, fly away…
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| Let them play their low-comedy
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| and die away in their meanness
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| They don’t deserve but pity
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| Their whole lives are not worth
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| a single beating of your heart
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| As you thrashed around to hole the cocoon
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| you must find the strength for this new birth
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| Your spirit belongs to the sky
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| they will not prevent you from flying
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| Look, how small they seem from here
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| from the heights of your freedom
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| They don’t deserve but pity
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| Underneath your wings blows the passion
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| they can not know nor even steal
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| Let them play their low-comedy
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| and die away in their meanness
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| They don’t deserve but pity
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| Their whole lives are not worth
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| a single beating of your heart |