Misty mountain crevices hold treasures buried deep
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A blizzard or rain can`t wash any memories that you keep
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I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
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Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars
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Made my way through the Milky Way
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Last I saw you metamorphasized, a chrysalis into a butterfly
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You opened your wings, such beautiful things and then I saw you fly away so high
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A birds eye view up to the stratosphere, all the universe reflected in your eyes
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I came to despise, your see-through disguise, your web of lies, and all the empty words you say
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I see you like a bubble in the air
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But bubbles can rise
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Go off pop when they reach the top
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I see you like a bubble in the air
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But bubbles can rise
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Last I saw you change inside, a chrysalis into a butterfly
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You open your wings, such beautiful things and then I watch you fly away to die
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I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
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Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars, made my way through the Milky Way
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I see you like a bubble in the air
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But bubbles can rise
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Go off pop when you reach the top
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I see you like a bubble in the air
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But bubbles can rise
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Go off pop when they reach the top
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I see you like a bubble in the air
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But bubbles can rise
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Go off pop when they reach the top
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Bubbles
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Ian Brown |