Yeah! You swept me away
When you came in from the rain
Oh' It was the best thing
And though i am a fool sometimes
you know me... you know me better than that
O' butterflies, i don't know
There's a little bit of hurting in the good
O' butterflies, i don't know
There's a little bit of hurting in the good
One love
should be more, more than enough
No senator can pardon me
From all these things that has hardened me
O' butterflies, i don't know
There's a little bit of hurting in the good
O' butterflies, i don't know
There's a little bit of hurting in the good... yeah!
(in the good)
O' child, how does it feel?
To be driven away from your steered wheel
O'child, how does it feel?
To be driven away from your steered wheel
-solo-
(in the good)
O'child, how does it feel?
To be driven away from your steered wheel
O'child, how does it feel?
To be driven away from your steered wheel
...I don't know, i don't know... I don't know'oh!
...And so it begins...

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