| You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
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| With your wings frayed and torn
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| Laughter’s your’s so is scorn
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| As they point to you in shame
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| You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
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| With your wings near fire
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| But confess when your tire
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| Is the candle worth the flame?
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| Your Queen of the Night
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| But with morning’s early light
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| There’s not a hear to really call your own;
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| So before it’s too late
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| Change your ways and repent
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| Take my love that was meant
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| For BLACK BUTTERFLY along
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| You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
|
| With your wings frayed and torn
|
| Laughter’s your’s so is scorn
|
| As they point to you in shame
|
| You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
|
| With your wings near fire
|
| But confess when your tire
|
| Is the candle worth the flame?
|
| Your Queen of the Night
|
| But with morning’s early light
|
| There’s not a hear to really call your own;
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| So before it’s too late
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| Change your ways and repent
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| Take my love that was meant
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| For BLACK BUTTERFLY along |