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    Butterfly, you blew it. The bullet made you officially artificial
    Destiny has met the dove
    The passing drained off all their blood
    When did we smile?
    I can't remember, but it must have been quite awhile

    Don't die young, baby. Don't die young
    Everybody saw the guns
    Don't die young, baby. Don't die young
    'Cos baby, you're too young to die
    Don't suck the sun from the summer sky

    Italian torture gave us Da Vinci but also Medici
    What can it teach me?
    Arguments are simplified with all the spears piercing my side
    What can I say?
    Make up my mind. Make up the kind of things that make it go away

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    The country needs your blood to run
    Nobody knows what has come
    Don't take the sun from the summer sky
    Just hang up your heart and cry

    Cry
    If you believe in love
    If you believe that it's never enough
    But you were wrong. It never has been all along

    Cold and far from your home

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    Composición: Ken Stringfellow

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