| We lie now at the stable door
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| Pills in paper cups, now we took more
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| Yeah, I still ache, I’m still sore
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| I’m here for you, you hear me
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| I only know your name is therapy
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| So take a breath and have a seat
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| Yeah, it’s hard, I know, when you let it go
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| Just folding to fit right in
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| 'Cause it all comes back and
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| Step one is to shed some skin
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| Tell me how do you feel?
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| (It's a new love from an old heart
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| Awake from the longest
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| How do you feel… now?
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| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies)
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| She’s in a field with no fence
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| Referring to herself in the past tense
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| With no fear and no friends
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| In a crowded room, she’s so aware
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| There’s nothing left to lose but solitaire
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| Are you okay? |
| She said I don’t care
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| Yeah, it’s hard, I know, when you let it go
|
| Just folding to fit right in
|
| 'Cause it all comes back and
|
| Step one is to shed some skin
|
| Tell me how do you feel?
|
| (It's a new love from an old heart
|
| Awake from the longest
|
| How do you feel… now?
|
| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies)
|
| How do you feel… now?
|
| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies)
|
| Tell me how do you feel?
|
| (It's a new love from an old heart
|
| Awake from the longest
|
| How do you feel… now?
|
| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies)
|
| How do you feel… now?
|
| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies)
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| How do you feel… now?
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| (We're the broken, we’re the butterflies) |