LIES AND BUTTERFLIES
Mysterious song Lyrics
Words and Music by Michel St-Pere
Caught in the whirlwind of time
Watching the night sky
Searching for something
Sowing new dreams in our mind
Deceiving our freewill
Waiting for someone else
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For thousands of years
The world has longed for something to believe in
Forging faith into fear
Dividing souls, leading to a dead end road
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Looking for something else
Looking for something else
Looking for something else
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Watching the world go round and round
And crumbling down
Wasting your given precious time
Waiting for something else
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What’s with the clouds in the sky?
Does anybody know?
Does anybody know?
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What’s with the moon in the night
Does anybody know?
Does anybody know?
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What brings the wind in the fields?
Does anybody know?
Does anybody know?
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The bell tower’s silence’s unreal
Does anybody feel?
Does anybody fear?
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What’s wrong with our children’s smiles?
Does anybody know?
Does anybody know?
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How strange the tears in their eyes
Does anybody care?
Does anybody care?
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What brings this wind from the East?
Does anybody know?
Does anybody know?
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Inviting our souls to the feast?
Does anybody go?
Is it time to go?
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While all the rivers run dry
No one seems to care?
No one really cares?
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With no more tears left to cry
Now everybody knows
and everybody cares
Come to Me
Words and Music by Michel St-Pere
Roaming through the streets
from dusk to dawn on foggy nights
Distant noise that seems to call your name
and no one else
Remains of dreams exposed
and waiting for so many likes
No one seems to care,
this world is so unfair
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The writings on the walls are gateways
far from their lonely lives
Take them out somewhere
to feed the dreams of someone else
Only time will tell
who will share those daily lies
No one left to blame,
no one satisfied
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Come to me
Take my hand and follow me
Why don’t you come with me?
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Little kings spread their filthy wisdom words
for those who never mind
Oppressing the whole world,
Safely behind closed bedroom doors
Evil spirits mesmerized by their passive way of life
Dying all alone,
live on streaming sites
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Come to me
Take my hand and follow me
Why don’t you talk to me
Hold my hand and come with me
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Come to me
Take my hand and follow me
Why don’t you come to me
Hold my hand and follow me
How do you Feel?
Words and Music by Michel St-Pere
How do you feel now?
Young and lonely in a strange land
Like heroes in fables and stories
The winds of March will bring winter’s end
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She’s always smiling
When you see her day to day
But she’s been crying
while you looked the other way
She’s often hiding
To save you from the pain
that she’s been fighting
In the most mysterious way
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She keeps the faith
The same humble religious way
And lights a candle
To a different god she prays
She closes her eyes
And let her soul drift away
Her heart is moved by
The same music we praise
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How do you feel now?
Young and lonely in a strange land
Like heroes in fables and stories
The winds of March will bring winter’s end
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How do you feel now?
How do you feel now?
Like heroes in fables and stories
Only you can bring winter’s end
Something to Believe in
Words and Music by Michel St-Pere
Innocence
We were young and restless
In a world we called our own
I will never forget these eyes
These eyes
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Suddenly
One by one
Our dreams all fade away
Drifting us all apart and far away
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We all need a reason
A glimpse of something
to grab and make our own
Something to believe in
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I don’t need no reasons
To feel the love
that shines within your eyes
Something to believe in
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Nowadays
All we see is all we’ll ever know
Until we close our eyes
We close our eyes
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We all need a reason
A glimpse of something
to grab and make our own
Something to believe in
Dare to Dream
Music by Jean Pageau
Words by Jean Pageau and Hans Raffelt
He always dared to dream
to live his life in full
Wanting to soar beyond convention
Beyond those forces that pull
But the more they hold him down
The harder becomes the fight to be free
The thicker the veil that blinds
Stronger must be his will to be
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Daring to dream,
to aspire for one’s birthright
one’s freedom
he who does is halfway there in his dreams
and halfway there in his life
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In this maze where we all toil
We want to raise new walls
Until we feel so isolated,
that we forget that this is not all.
Trapped in a paradox of our making
We become prisoners of the same
Like all king rats behind bars
We strive for the upper hand in the game
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Daring to dream
To aspire for one’s birthright
One’s freedom
He who does is halfway there in his dreams
And halfway there in his life
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He always dared to dream
To live his life in full
Wanting to soar beyond convention
Beyond those forces that pull
But the more they hold him down
The harder becomes the fight to be free
The thicker the veil that blinds
Stronger must be his will to be.
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Daring to dream,
to aspire for one’s birthright
One’s freedom
He who does is halfway there in his dreams
And halfway there in his life
Where Dreams Come Alive
Music by Sylvain Moineau
Words by Michel St-Pere
Search for the Holy Grail
Into the darkness
Seems like the schemes were made
Ahead of time
Hiding behind the veil
Faces without smiles
Wide eyes to see you fail
Drink to your fall
Run before they find your track
Run for your life
Run away and don’t look back
Run to the light
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Marching ahead till we find
The lost land where dreams come alive
All daydreamers
Marching hand in hand
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Marching ahead till we find
The lost land where dreams come alive
All daydreamers
Marching hand in hand
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Nightmares often find a way to climb
The ladders of your life
Imaginary scenes that seem so real
Transfix your peace of mind
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Nightmares often find a way to climb
The ladders of your life
Imaginary scenes that seem so real
Transfix your peace of mind
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Marching ahead till we find
The lost land where dreams come alive
All daydreamers
Marching hand in hand
Chrysalis
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Words and Music by Michel St-Pere
Once upon a time in a forest
Two friends were playing joyfully
Climbing rocks all day till darkness
Mesmerized by stars above the trees
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Nothing could take you away from me
And no one could take me away from you
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Growing up, lost in the wilderness
Crawling around from tree to tree
Always together in joy or sadness
But life has so much more to see
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When hopes and dreams unite
You’ll be born again
From the ashes you’ll rise
like the wind beneath your wings
You fly away
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You were born to fly butterfly
Far away you’ll fly butterfly
You are free to fly butterfly
Spread your wings and fly…
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Brothers and sisters,
heart and soul united
By the sword of ignorance and prejudice,
we’ll be divided
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New days arise over a brand new world
Red coloured wings glide above and swirl
Fluttering with pride and heart as pure as pearl
Blue wings are left behind shinning red mirrors
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Spread your wings like nations raise their flag
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The blind can see beyond the tones and shades of life
Those blessed with open eyes polish their narrow mind
Prejudice once learned, hatred runs in your veins
Bigotry lines will rhyme in your anthems of shame.
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Spread your wings like nations raise their flag
Raise their flag
Spread your wings like nations wave their flag
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Entangled in a web that never really caught your eyes
The more you try to free yourself
The more it pulls you tight
True wonders of nature are not always on your side
You can scream, cry, fight back
You‘re just a butterfly
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Dark eyes in the corner waiting to see the signs
Awaken by vibrations of your softest sigh
Slowly approaching enjoying your desperate fight
In the eyes of the spider
You’re just another butterfly
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All you took for granted is lost
Only then you realize
All your friends have gone now
No one would stand by your side
The velvet covering your wings
That built your circle and your pride
Won’t make much of a difference
on the day you die
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Once you give in to all this madness
Blue angels you’d never hoped to see
One last look that fills your heart with sadness
He gave his life to set you free
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Who are you to see what lies within my heart?
And who’s to judge me by the colour of my wings?
Who are you to know what lies deep in my soul?
And who’s to judge me by the colour of my wings?
What difference does it make if we can fly away?
The colours of our wings
What differences does it make once we fly away
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You were born to fly butterfly
Far away you’ll fly butterfly
You are free to fly butterfly
Spread your wings and fly…
Little butterfly
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