It's so beautiful, this tune the heart sings
Oh, it's sweet but it stings
When you want something that isn't yours
But your want, it is a claim of sorts
These silly, insatiable cries
Of the unattainable, like pocketing the skies
Bull-headed like a child
You tread a route so wild
These butterflies that flutter by, must die. Must die.
But, through the changing winds, they still survive
Oh, just how do I serve you, my master?
Pray, don't impel me to cause a disaster.
Oh, it's sweet but it stings
When you want something that isn't yours
But your want, it is a claim of sorts
These silly, insatiable cries
Of the unattainable, like pocketing the skies
Bull-headed like a child
You tread a route so wild
These butterflies that flutter by, must die. Must die.
But, through the changing winds, they still survive
Oh, just how do I serve you, my master?
Pray, don't impel me to cause a disaster.
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