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Wake up butterfly |
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The sun's fallen down |
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The clouds are rolling over |
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And we still got many miles to go |
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From winter days come starless nights |
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The constellations frown |
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And when the heavens start to open |
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Even monkeys gonna need a coat |
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And the masterpiece slipped through my hand |
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Stole a car and drove to a foreign land |
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The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh |
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And Opus 49's to blame |
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From moon illusion |
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Buena Vista in flames |
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The man with the camera said nice try but..er..fly... |
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Wake up butterfly |
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The sun's fallen down |
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The wind is blowing backwards |
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And it's opening the eye of the storm |
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The spiders circuit spinning out on the ground |
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They're wishing they were younger |
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There's a little bit of that in us all |
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Take it down |
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Take it down |
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There's a little bit of that in us all |
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Yeah, come on and bring it around |
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Bring me round |
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There's a little bit of that in us all... |
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The masterpiece slipped through my hand |
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Stole a car and drove to a foreign land |
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The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh |
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And Opus 49's to blame |
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From moon illusion |
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Buena Vista in flames |
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The man with the camera said nice try but..er...flyyyy... [Jamming to the end] |
