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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