| What am I?
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| I wish I was a butterfly
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| I’d fly and fly
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| Until it was my time to die
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| It’s creeping in again
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| I know what I really am
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| Oh, no more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly
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| Simple life
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| If I were a butterfly
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| I’d fly and fly
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| Until it was my time to die
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| It’s creeping in again
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| I know what I really am
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| Oh, no more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly
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| Come see the blood that’s in my bed
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| Come hear the things that nobody talks about
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| Shut up your mouth
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| Shame on you, shame on me
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| Look at me
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| I wish I was a honeybee
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| I’d be anything, anything
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| Other than the things I have been
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| I slip out of my skin
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| So I don’t have to do it again
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| But just a passing thought
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| And your filth is seeping in
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| Come scrub my hands, they won’t come clean
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| Come sit with me while the walls press in, in on me
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| Shut off that light
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| Shame on you, shame on me
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| Come see the blood that’s in my bed
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| Come hear the things that nobody talks about
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| Shut up your mouth
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| Shame on you, shame
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| Come scrub my hands, they won’t come clean
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| Come sit with me while the walls press in, in on me
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| Shut off that light
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| Shame on you, shame on me |