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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 |
