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The Divine Comedy

Going Downhill Fast

 

Going Downhill Fast

(albüm: National Express - 1999)


One butterfly
Spies a glint in his eye
Birds sing as he cycles by
Oh! Why should he feel sad?
This world's not so bad, and besides
Woe betide he who would frown
When natural beauty abounds
And now with wheels spinning free
He's picking up speed

Two butterflies
Tie knots in his stomach
They love it when he goes too fast
Wind whistles past
Whilst oceans of air
That will mess up his hair
Though he no longer cares any more
For overindulgence and vanity
Vacuous vice
Just once or twice
Thrice
Four times in five we forget we're alive
And neglect to remind ourselves

Three butterflies
Realize when it's time to depart
They have tickled his ribs
They have fluttered his heart
But the starting is easy compared to the stop
And the bottom is hard when compared to the top

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