| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge?
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| Let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| So let us both fly away from the regrets
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| One night on my long walk home
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| Passed by a house, neighborhood unknown
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| Could hear glass being thrown and yells, something overwhelming
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| Stepped forward on a dim lit trail
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| Then I opened the door
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| People shouting, think I heard her voice before
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| She had a long red dress with a slit in her chest
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| Cigarette between fingers, relieving the stress I guess
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| Her and spouse going at it
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| She calling him a lowlife, he calling her an addict
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| Spending all her money on them cancer sticks
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| And every dime he gets he gambles it
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| Our eyes connect, she takes a puff and states
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| «Our marriage in shambles, kid»
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| Prime example, kid
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| Slid her hands on his back and pushed him out the door
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| Saying, «I ain’t puttin' up with your ish anymore»
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| «I ain’t puttin' up with your ish anymore»
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge?
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| Let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| So let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Face to face, a frozen scene
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| Her eyes had no hope, broken dreams
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| Tears stream down her face with a smile
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| She said, «I ain’t cried in a while»
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| In spite of circumstances, she dances
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| Blows me a kiss, her secondary chances of love
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| Unsure if her heart’s in the right place
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| I take a second to think, at a polite pace
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| Angelic garments, devil red lipstick
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| So infatuating, hard to resist it
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| Accepted destiny, partially heavenly
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| A butterfly trapped in a cocoon
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| We carefully lock hands
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| Ran out the door, leaving behind our planet of doom
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| As we fly to the moon
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| Elevating, a jazz tune
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| As we fly to the moon
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| Fly to the moon
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| Fly to the moon
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge?
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| Let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| So let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge?
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| So let us both fly away from the regrets
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| Lady butterfly red, can I help you off of the ledge
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| Can I wipe away any tear that you shed?
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| So let us both fly away from the regrets |