It's a good year for a murder
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she's praying to jesus, she's pulling the trigger
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there's no tears, cause he's not here
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she washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
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but soon they'll be coming to rush her away
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no one's so sure if her crime had a reason
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reasons like seasons
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they constantly change
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and the seasons of last year
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like reasons have floated away
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away with this spilt milk
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away with this dirty dish water, away
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seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter
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"it's me and the moon," she says
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i got no trouble with that
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but i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
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"it's me and the moon," she says
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and it's over, but it just started
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the blood stained the carpet
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her heart like a crystal
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she's lucid and departed
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a life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
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away with these nightmares
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away with suburbia
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shake down away
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you marry a role and
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you give up your soul til you break down
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"it's me and the moon," she says
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"i got no trouble with that, but i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die"
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"it's me and the moon," she says
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but what do you say we go for a ride?
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what do you say we get high?
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but i'm so tired of days that feel like the night
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"it's me and the moon," she says
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and i got no trouble with that, but i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
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i am a butterfly, i am a butterfly, i am a butterfly
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Me And The Moon
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