Papillon

I´ve had enough of these grey walls

So close and so mould

Made of old scars in my heart

And the want to count

I´m cracking a hole from inside

With my fist and my mind

I´m cutting my own way out

With my fist and my mind

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Le papillon, c´est moi

Et tu me connais pas

Mais je t´aime comme tu es

Refuse de t´ignorer

Mes couleurs prisme, je brille

Je fais ce-que j´ai envie

Tu peux m´accompagner

Ou veux-tu m´oublier?

I´m out of that pup now

A frail butterfly child

Lay my dreams in the warmth somehow

Let them blend with the wild

I´m cranking some old pains down

With my fist and my mind

I´m kissing my own fears blind

With my lips and my time

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