| I had nothing to say on Christmas Day
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| When you threw all your clothes in the snow
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| When you burnt your hair, knocked over chairs
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| I just tried to stay out of your way
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| But when you fell asleep
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| With blood on your teeth
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| I got in my car and drove away
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| Listen to me, Butterfly, there’s only so much wine
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| You can drink in one life
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| But it will never be enough
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| To save you from the bottom of your glass
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| Where the state highway starts, I parked my car
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| I got out and stared up at the stars
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| As meteors dived and shot across the sky
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| I thought about your sad, shining eyes
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| I came back for my clothes
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| When the sun finally rose
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| But you were still passed out on the floor
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| Listen to me, Butterfly, there’s only so much wine
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| You can drink in one life
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| But it will never be enough
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| To save you from the bottom of your glass |