The Wings of A Butterfly

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She's got tears painted on her face,

Like the wings of a butterfly.

As much as it hurts to hear them laugh,

It hurts more to let them see her cry.

So she won't let them see her break,

She'll paint her face so the tears look fake,

And away she'll fly, fly, fly,

On the wings of a butterfly.

It hurts to smile when you feel bad,

But it's the weakest pain she's ever had.

She gets through it 'cause she knows the cost;

If they see her break down, she knows she's lost,

So she comforts herself with the thought that soon,

Away she can fly, fly, fly,

'Cause she's got the wings of a butterfly.

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She never liked parties much, anyway,

She'd leave if her parents didn't want to stay.

There's really no one she wants to dance with there;

All she can do is sit and watch and smile and stare.

But she knows everything's gonna be alright,

When she can fly, fly, fly,

On the wings of a butterfly.

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She'll get home feeling too tired to sleep,

Too cold for a sweater, to sad to weep.

She'll sit on the floor and kick off her shoes,

And search the radio for some Blues.

And if the door was open while she danced with her broom,

You could see her fly, fly, fly,

With the wings of a butterfly.

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