is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear?
they say that love is in the air, never is it clear,
how to pull it close and make it stay
butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
& i'm left to carry on and wonder why
how to pull it close and make it stay
butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away
& i'm left to carry on and wonder why
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