He got bad, and she got mad, he lowered one more time

And she got even

No one heard a single word and as the clock ticked from next door

I could hear her breathing



And I said good morning Mrs. Sumner I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Jones

He has a house made out of butterflies

I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told

It's a lonely condition called growing old

Let me stumble sometimes



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I'm looking for a soul to cling to

Girl what you think about that

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This time, well it all comes down

To loss and strain and butterflies

Then it comes right down to me



Hello have you been alright

Did you find a piece of something wrapped around the light side of your life

To make you feel better

Did you get out with your sanity

Did you save a little something for the people in need

And did you know with the rain in your pockets

You can change the weather



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Is it just the total for the wages of our sins

And have you made yourself a victim

In a game that you can't win

And our we caving in

And does it all depend on loss and strain and butterflies

And does it come right down to me anymore

This time

Does it all come down

To loss and strain and butterflies

Come on down to me