The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
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(The stage is set)
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The stage is set don't forget to breathe
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(Between the lines)
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If the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage
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These graves will stretch like landing strips--
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Hospitals: all dead museums
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We won't have to be afraid anymore
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The crowd is growing silent with the gathering storm
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When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
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Just trying to keep up the act
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We'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
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Joining the procession of emptiness
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If we say these words it will be too late to take them back
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So we hold our breath and fold our hands
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Like paper planes
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(And we're going to crash)
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We don't have to be alone
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(We don't have to be alone)
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Ever again
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There's a riot in the theater, someone's standing in the aisles
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(Yelling that the murderers)
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Are everywhere and they're lining up
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(Carving the 'm' in your side)
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Stand alone
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(This time)
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When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
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Just trying to keep up the act
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We'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
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Joining the procession of emptiness
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The stage is set to rip the wings from the butterfly
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Pull the curtain back
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Kill all the houselights
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Pin the dress with lotus flowers
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The silk is spinning round and around with the ceiling fan
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I'm disappearing into the spotlight
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I'm on display with the butterfly and the scarecrow
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With smiles like picket fences you tie us all up and leave us outside
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"That voice is silent now, the boat has sunk..."
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We're on our own but we're not going to run
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M.Sheppard
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