| When was I supposed to
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| Bow down with you? |
| (Yeah)
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| What can I be praying for?
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| There’s nothing in this fire
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| (Can we, can we just loop that last piano part a little bit?)
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| (EarDrummers)
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| (Is there a lighter?)
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| Bow down with you
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| What can I be grateful for?
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| There’s nothing in this fire
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| When was I supposed to (Get up, get up)
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| Bow down with you? |
| (Bow down now, bow)
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| What can I be praying for? |
| (Praying for, praying for)
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| If no one in this world, like you?
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| We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies)
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| Laid out on a sprung floor
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| Waiting for the low tide
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| To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)
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| We are dead buttrflies
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| I’m all in, let me know what you’r thinkin'
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| Catch feels, while we lie down and figure this out, right now
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| Deja que fluya pa' no perder el control
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| No queda de otra vamo' a tar en lo mismo
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| Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño (Todo el cariño)
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| Two-steppin' while I move reckless
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| New settings, booze and nudes pending
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| Loose evidence and news trending, effortlessly truth bending
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| Who’s treacherous, searching for feelings of a new friendship
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| There’s but a few endings, everyone’s a winner 'til you lose bredrin
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| Hold-tight when we used to hold tight
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| Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline
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| Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish
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| Regretful, 'cause if I let you left me then I’ll be rush rouletting
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| With a whole full clip in — pow, cashmere drippage now
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| And memories, lift me up, but still a man’s tears dripping down
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| Onto these photographs of what we used to be
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| But over time that puddle turns into a sea
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| When I observed you cry a stream
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| I was just surfing on your grief
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| The hurt I can’t delete, just come to terms with who is me
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| But who are we? |
| These mirrors don’t reflect perfection
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| Just put on your crep selection, come on two-step to heaven with me
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| We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies)
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| Laid out on a sprung floor
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| Waiting for the low tide
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| To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)
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| 'Cause if it’s not me then
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| Who’s it gonna be, baby?
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| If it’s not us (Not us, not us)
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| There’s nothing in this world for me
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| We are dead butterflies
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| Dancing on a sprung floor now
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| Waiting for the low tide
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| To pick us up and fly (Fly, fly)
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| When was I supposed to (Get up, get up)
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| Bow down with you? |
| (Bow down now, bow)
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| What can I be praying for? |
| (Praying for, Praying for)
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| If no one in this world, like you? |
| (Like you, like you)
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| We are dead butterflies (Butterflies, butterflies) |