I can breathe, I can breathe
I'm alive, why don't I wonder,
When I can breathe, I can breathe...
I'm happy and silent, but what am I doing< br/>As my butterflies no longer have a stomach,
In which to fly...
In which to fly...
I open one eye, I see nothing;
It much too dark, I say to myself
But what am I doing, what am I doing,
Because my butterflies no longer have a stomach,
In which to fly...
In which to fly !
Butterflies no longer have a stomach... in which to fly.
Butterflies no longer have a stomach... in which to fly.
In which to fly...
We are all hot moths,
We are all fighting for our lives.
We are all hot moths,
We are all fighting for our lives of teeth.
We are all hot moths,
We are all pulling teeth.
We are all hot moths,
But we are all pulling teeth.
Butterflies no longer have a stomach... in which to fly.
Butterflies no longer have a stomach... in which to fly...
In which to fly...

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