| We are the living
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| We’re out in the fields
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| For being in the city
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| For walking on heels
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| We were expected
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| We were a surprise
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| But then when they had us
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| We kept them alive
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| We were the future
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| They gave us a name
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| They bottled and beat us
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| They left us alone
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| They bought us a TV
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| They asked where we’ve been
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| They called us the daughter and then
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| They called us their son
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| Oh when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| Yeah when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn burn burn
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| Yeah when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| Oh we’re gonna be gone
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| We’re gonna be gone gone gone
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| They had to have us
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| 'Cause they felt alone
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| 'Cause they really wanted
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| 'Cause someone said so
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| They made us from bedsheets
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| With their heads in the clouds
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| They made us from whiskey
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| And tugboats and prows
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| We are the living
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| We are the living
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| Hmmm
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| Oh when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| Oh when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn burn burn
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| Yeah when the butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| The butterflies burn
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| Oh we’re gonna be gone
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| We’re gonna be gone gone gone
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| We are the living we are the living we are the living
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| We are the living we are the living we are the living
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| We are the living |