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Lyrics
by Lesley Rostron
Pretty, purple butterfly, where are you going and where have you been.
Tell me a story or sing me a lullaby. I cant begin. I cant begin.
And theyre climbing trees, playing tag with the breeze.
Seems to me everybody is doing exactly as they please.
But where will they go when they all have to leave.
Is there a place thats still called make believe.
Hide behind the castle wall, dont let em find you we cant let them in.
You take the river and I’ll take the waterfall, I cant begin, I can’t begin.
But where will we go when we all have to leave.
Is there a place thats still called make believe.
Well whether there is or whether there isnt.
You were the king and I was the peasant.
I need the past I can’t take the present.
Can’t you see....this is as real as I want it to be.
Pretty painted fantasy, where is the entrance you must let me in.
I need a moment away from reality, I cannot begin.
And shes filling in for me, all of the places I never fit in.
I wish I could tell you how much this is killing me, I cant begin, I can’t begin.
And where will I go now that I have to leave.
Is there a place thats still called make believe.
Well whether there is or whether there isnt.
You were the king and I was the peasant.
I need the past I can’t take the present.
Can’t you see...
I was the day and you were the hour.
You were the earth and I was the flower.
I was the storm and you were the water.
Cant you see, this is more real than I want it to be.
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