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Sometimes my Dad stings like a bee
I've got to stop my asking
And see the world from above
Oh - how small his hands can be
My mum told me be a strong girl
Be much stronger than me
Use your heart and don't question
Why it's always me
My grandma said be a good girl
And pray to God listen
What you do to others
The others do to you
My brother was too young
My mum had to hold her tounge .
And I was the eldest
I had to be strong
Sometimes I wanted to
Fly like a butterfly - yes I wanted to
Fly like a butterfly - yes I wanted to
Fly like a butterfly
Far from angry hands
angry hands
angry hands
to find some peace
You're my little brother
I'm your sister
We complement one another
I'm your twister
When I was a young girl
Just didn't understand
What was this anger
From such a loving man
See here little brother
Look to your sister
Keepin' hold our faith
Through these twisters
When I was a young girl
Just didn't understand
What was this anger
From such a loving man
Yes I wanted to - fly like a butterfly
Sometimes my Dad stings like a bee
I've got to stop my asking
And see the world from above
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