He got bad well she got mad
and he lord one more time well she got even
no one heard a single word
but as the clock ticked from next door
i hear her breathing
well then i say good morning mrs. sumner
i´d like you to meet my friend
mr bone he´s a house made out of butterflies yea
well i cannot sleep sometimes but i have been told
it is a lonely condition called growing old
let me stumble sometime
but i am looking for a soul to cling to yea
so what you think about that
yea this time well it all comes down
to loss & strain & butterflies
then it comes right down to me
well hello, have you been alright
did ya find a piece of smth
wrapped around the right side of your life
to make you feel better
yea well did you get out with your sanity
did ya save a little smth for the people & me
did ya know with the rain in your pockets
you could change the weather
well i am looking for a soul to cling to
girl what you think about that
yea this time well it all comes down
to loss & strain & butterflies
then it comes right down to me
yea this time this time
well it all comes down yea eah
to loss & strain & butterflies yea
well c´mon down to me yea me yea
yea well is this just a total fall
the wages of our center
have you made yourself a victim
in a game that you can not win
well are we caving in
does it all depend
on loss & strain & butterflies
does it come right down to me anymore
yea this time baby
does it all come down yea
oh loss & strain & butterflies
yea well c´mon down to me
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