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Is there someplace far away,
someplace where all is clear
easy to start over
with the ones you hold so dear
or are you left to wander,
all alone, eternally
this isn't how it's really meant to be
No it isn't how it's really meant to be
Well they say that love is in the air,
but never is it clear,
how to pull it close and make it stay
butterflies are free to fly,
and so they fly away
and I'm left to carry on and wonder why
even through it all, I'm always on your side
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