John Rich - She's a Butterfly Lyrics
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She's a Butterfly
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What Are The Lyrics For She's a Butterfly By John Rich?
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up the day she learned to sing And then the colors came, erased the black and white And her whole world changed, oh she realized She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky Nothing's ever gonna bring her down And everywhere she goes Everybody knows, she's so glad to be alive She's a butterfly Like the purest light in a darkened world So much hope inside such a lovely girl You should see her fly, it's almost magical It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky Nothing's ever gonna bring her down And everywhere she goes Everybody knows, she's so glad to be alive She's a butterfly God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky Nothing's ever gonna bring her down And everywhere she goes Everybody knows, she's so glad to be alive She's a butterfly She's a butterfly She's a butterfly God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground God bless the butterfly, Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground |
Who Wrote She's a Butterfly By John Rich?
John Rich, Kenny Alphin
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What's The Duration Of The She's a Butterfly By John Rich?The duration of She's a Butterfly is 4:10 minutes and seconds. |
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