[Verse 1:]
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It came in like a freight train
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Cut a path some 2 miles wide
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With so much devistation
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Can’t believe more didn’t die
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As they were diggin’ through the rubble
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Pullin’ stickes and stones away
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Somehow little maggie was ok
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[Chorus:]
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With a butterfly
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Floatin’ on the wind
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Protectors and collectors
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Women, children and men
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I believe in my soul
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When it’s my time I’ll take a ride
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On the wings of a butter fly
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[Verse 2:]
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She fought a long hard battle
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They were standing by her side
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Daughters sons and grandkids
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Came to pray and say goodbye
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When they opened up that window
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She was overcome with peace
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Closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep
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[Chorus:]
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With a butterfly
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Floatin’ on the wind
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Protectors and collectors
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Women, children and men
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I believe in my soul
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When it’s my time I’ll take a ride
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On the wings of a butter fly
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[Bridge:]
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Well this world is full of cynics
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But that’s alright with me
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I like to think that angels
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Can look like anything
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Butterfly
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| Tracy Lawrence |
