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Mar 2014
You say it's all you need
but would you just stop and read
all the signals I constantly send?
My heart is in need of a mend
but you never seem to bend.
Is it always about you and yours?
When did this love become such a chore?
I seem to lose my vision
when I let you push with your decision.
All I can see is the yellow caution
but you just speed to full throttle.
What will become of us
when all that's left is your dust?
Somehow this car has got to turn around.
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
(in Neverland)   
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