| Yesterday, I went outside
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| With my momma’s mason jar
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| Caught a lovely butterfly
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| When I woke up today
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| Looked in on my fairy pet
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| She had withered all away
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| No more sighing in her breast
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| I’m sorry for what I did
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| I did what my body told me to
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| I didn’t mean to do you harm
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| Every time I pin down what I think I want, it slips away
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| The ghost slips away
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| Smell you on my hand for days
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| I can’t wash away your scent
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| If I’m a dog, then you’re a bitch
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| I guess you’re as real as me
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| Maybe I can live with that
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| Maybe I need fantasy
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| Life of chasing butterfly
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| I’m sorry for what I did
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| I did what my body told me to
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| I didn’t mean to do you harm
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| Every time I pin down what I think I want, it slips away
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| The ghost slips away
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| I told you I would return
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| When the robin makes his nest
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| But I ain’t never coming back
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry |