He got bad well she got mad
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And he lowered one more time well she got even
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No one heard a single word
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but as the clock ticked from next door I can hear her breathing
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Well and I said "Good morning Mrs. Sumner, I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Bone, he has a house made out of butterflies, yeah.
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Well I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told
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It's a lonely condition called growing old.
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Let me stumble sometimes...
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But I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah...
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So what you think about that?
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Yeah, this time, well it all comes down
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to loss and strain and butterflies,
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then it comes right down to me.
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Hello, have you been alright?
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Did you find a piece of something
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wrapped around the light side of your life
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to make you feel better?
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Yeah well, did you get out with your sanity?
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Did you save a little something for the people in need?
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Did you know with the rain in your pockets,
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you can change the weather?
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Well, I'm looking for a soul to cling to, yeah
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Girl, what you think about that?
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Yeah this time, well it all comes down
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to loss and strain and butterflies
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Then it comes right down to me.
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Yeah this time, this time, well it all comes down, yeah,
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to loss and strain and butterflies.
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Hey yeah yeah, well, come on down to me
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yeah to me, yeah yeah...
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Yeah well is this just the total of all the wages of our sins
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or have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win?
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Well are we caving in?
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Does it all depend, on loss and strain and butterflies?
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Does it come right down to me, anymore?
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Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down, yeah,
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oh to loss and strain and butterflies?
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Hey yeah yeah, well...
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come on down to me.
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Loss, Strain & Butterflies
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