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How can I stand to stay where I am? Poor butterfly who doesn't understand Why can't I fly away in a special sky? If I don't find my destiny soon I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon I want to live life to the ultimate high Maybe I'll die young like heroes die Maybe I'll kiss you some wild special way If nobody kills me or thrills me soon I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon If that's alright Lovers like us, dear, are born to die If they don't find us, what will we do? I guess we'll make love under the cherry moon I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon From Letras Mania