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The butterfly can just look back |
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Flap those wings and say, oh, yeah |
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I never have to be a worm again |
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The snake gets tired of being him |
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He wriggles from that itchy skin |
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Leaves it lying where he's been and moves on |
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I've been longing for something tangible |
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Some kind of proof that there's been change in me |
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Feels like |
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I have been waking up |
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Only to fight with the same old stuff |
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Change is slow and it fills me with such doubt |
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Come on, new man, where have you been? |
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Help me wriggle from this self |
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I'm in And leave it like a skin upon the ground |
