| Is life always this hard? |
| or is it just when you’re a kid?
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| Always like this
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| Thoughts have a certain sound
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| That being the equivalent to a form
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| Through sound and motion you would be able to paralyze nerves
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| Shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs
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| She’s like a biohazard and you have to have her
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| And you try to snatch her but you can’t even catch her
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| Butterfly, butter-butterfly
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| You can’t contain her so you try to break her
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| But you cannot shake her, she ain’t no faker
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| She don’t wear no chain, play no game
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| Refuse to be a slave to a romance rage
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| Biohazard butterfly
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| Flying through polluted sky
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| Flying through space and time
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| Biohazard butterfly
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| Flying through polluted sky
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| Flying through space and time
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| Don’t abuse the muse
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| 'Cause art the one they use
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| The butterfly’s too good and she deserves better
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| And when you did her wrong
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| You started off a ticking bomb
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| She’s young in age but knows her sage
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| She knows a page or 2 from the book of the look
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| Destroy even the baddest hook
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| She puts a good fight, sleeping in the light too do whats right
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| Sweet little child, who day dreams of suicide
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| Dont cry a little drop from your eyes
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| You’d be surprised, who will demise
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| The chosen poision, she sweet when she’s unnoticed
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| To the sky, she is the closest
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| She dont consort with mortals
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| She dont consort with mortals
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| Biohazard butterfly
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| Flying through polluted sky
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| Flying through space and time
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| Biohazard butterfly
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| Flying through polluted sky
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| Flying through space and time |