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Butterfly sparing,
I'll let you fly away.
The dust that will be another oak tree,
breathing an oak tree...
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the dancers.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
I gotta wait for the answers to come around.
Children playing aloft a boat of secrets,
public never knew the fate of the picture.
the purple pictures.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the dancers.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the answers.
Still I wait... I gotta wait...
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the dancers.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
I gotta wait for the answers to come around.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the answers.
Still I wait for the world to turn around.
Still I wait for the answers to come around.