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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 |
