| Know we're scared of us, what this might become
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| Ain't no goin' back no more, no more
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| We're in the same bed, cannot lay awake
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| Let's fill up this space with us
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| Butterfly, yeah, yeah
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| You make me feel brand new
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| Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin'
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| No, don't go lookin' for somethin'
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| Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin'
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| No, don't go lookin' for somethin'
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| Oh, oh, oh...
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| So you seem to think you're invisible
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| You're so far from silhouette
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| You tell on yourself between every word
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| And leave all this room for me
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| Butterfly, yeah
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| I miss feelin' for you
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| Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin'
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| No, don't go lookin' for somethin'
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| Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin'
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| No, don't go lookin' for somethin'
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| You speak in dictionaries while fearing less than over understand
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| Virgo moon, I'm so used to your dance
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| Tongue too swole to comprehend
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| I see you duck and dodge at every bend
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| Afraid to play your card, be forced to show your hand
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| I hope you take from this that it'll make you no less of a man
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| To break your walls and simply grab my hand
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| Love shouldn't be contraband
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| It shouldn't treble on your confidence
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| Shouldn't be seen as less than compliments |