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| 3:59 | 
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Sweet as the sound of my newformed wings
I stretch them open, I let them dry I haven't seen this world before But I'm excused, I'm a butterfly Sweet as the touch of your newborn wings We fly in circles, we play with the sun We haven't seen this world before So fair, so bright, so blue the sky Love me, love me on the leaves Before we say goodbye Love me, kiss me with the breeze You will be my lullaby Tomorrow I'll die Tomorrow I'll die Tomorrow I'll die Tomorrow I'll die Be my lullaby Love me, kiss me with your breeze Love me, love me on the leaves Love me, love me on the leaves Before we say goodbye Sweet as the wind as it gently blows The day away. And the night time comes Great are the wonders that silence shows I fall asleep and I dream of the sun And my butterfly |
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| 2. |
| 3:04 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:04 |
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| 4. |
| 2:38 |
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| 5. |
| 2:18 |
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Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet. Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase, Sunday morning creeping like a nun. Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlaces. See how they run. Lady Madonna, baby at your breast, wonder how you manage to feed the rest. See how they run. See how they run. Lady Madonna lying on the bed, listen to the music playing in your head. Tuesday afternoon is never ending. Wednesday morning pagpers didn't come. Thursday night your stockings are needed mending. See how they run. Lady Madonna, children at your feet, wonder how you manage to make ends meet. |
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| 6. |
| 4:43 |
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| 7. |
| 3:23 |
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| 8. |
| 3:45 |
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| 9. |
| 2:47 |
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| 10. |
| 3:58 |
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| 11. |
| 3:20 |
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