Butterfly. The LAST song.

Butterfly, butterfly, Flying into the wind; You can be sure of it, That's no place to begin... Over-thinking every little thing, Acknowledge the bell you can't un-ring...

Tomorrow you don't have to say what you're thinking, You don't have to mean what you say.

Butterfly, Butterfly, Flutter into the skies, Butterfly, Butterfly...Their molecular cries. Chrysalis dreams waiting on the fifth instar, These stained glass wings could only take you so far.

Tomorrow you don't have to say that it matters, You don't have to turn something in. Stay with it through thick and thin, Butterfly, begin, Butterfly, Butterfly,Butterfly...

Tomorrow you don't have to mean what you say... Left without a reason to stay. 

Comes the last hurrah, Here's our last hurrah, You can be sure of it.

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