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My my said the butterfly collector
I have never seen your likes before
I'm gonna take you home for all my friends to adore you
Hey, when space flight starts to wreck you
I will put your wings between the pages
And the weightlessness you knew will cease to embrace you
Cause what you didn't think would be is coming to be reality
You wanna play but they just wanna play you
And they'll play you
Yeah, la la la la la la
Oh when your pages start to yellow
And you're waiting for you garden to grow
And for a simple love you thought by now you would know
For a simple love you thought by now you would know
Cause what you didn't think would be
Is coming to be reality
You wanna play but they just wanna play you
And they'll play you
Yeah, la la la la la la
And now your butterfly don't fly
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