| It happened again last night
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| It happened again alright
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| Honey it makes me want to cry
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| Too late I fell out of bed
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| Hit the ceiling instead
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| I’d turned into a butterfly
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| God didn’t spend much time
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| This was a hit and run
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| Clearly the wings were oversized
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| In all, nothing was right
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| Still it was quite a sight
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| I’d turned into a butterfly
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| But the last time I looked in a mirror
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| It looked like it was going to be fine
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| And the last time I looked in the mirror
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| It looked like it was going to be fine
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| Baby I don’t know why
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| Wasn’t I the average guy
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| And I was almost satisfied
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| To be just one in the crowd
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| Not too tall or too loud
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| I turned into a butterfly
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| Tired but always clean
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| Staying away from dreams
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| So I lie sleepless by your side most nights
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| A twitch in my back
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| Gently life would attack
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| I’d turned into a butterfly
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| But the last time…
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| Once past the drowning panic
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| And the longing to fly
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| Whatever I see in the mirror
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| I’m sure that it’s going to be fine |