There's nothing new around the sun
Everything you think of has been done;
All been done before your time;
Sometime or another
By someone and his brother, yeah...

From the poison comes the flower
Butterfly for just an hour;
But it burns ecstatic fire,
The kind of life we all desire..
Desire...fire....
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