"Pull our pockets inside out
Our hips have grown wings
And with the block and tackle or dumbwaiter
We'll hoist ourselves up with strings
If someone were to pull and tug
It would only make us flat
Once our pockets think they're wings
We're guaranteed to fly
We'll flutter for change
Collecting strangers
But they'll all look the same
So let's float away for good
The fighters aren't fighting
They're just dancin' round the ring
And so their butterflies have been lit off
They're in the alley, down the street
They're rallying in cardboard boxes
They're trying to find the ring
They're trusting the caterpillar instincts
That they'll soon be flown away
They'll flutter for change
And warm up their wings
Cause today is only today
Soon it will float away for good
And I remember everything
So I'll remember everything
And I remember everything
So I'll remember everything"
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