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I couldn't fight the way Of picking up the pieces In my yesterdays again Rolling on the ground, searching for a reason Never found it in the end What you'd do When the world's on fire? What you'd say When there's nothing left to burn? How do you break out of the covers That have held you safe so long? Now they hurt I'll be a butterfly I come alive in colors free and wild No one sees its frozen wings But they were made to fly So I'll be, yeah, I'll be I'll be a butterfly From Letras Mania