A creature made of sunshine
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Her eyes were like the sky
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Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby
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The scalpel shines in god's sunshine
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Street lights whisper pain
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Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane
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She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
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With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
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She feels it die, I heard her cry (verse x2)
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Like the scream of the butterfly
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Sunshine a house in flames
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She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same
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Surgery in the house of dissection
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When your candle burns out I will resurrect you
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She runs through fields of daisies
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Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
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Who cares cause the air is free
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When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
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There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
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There's love in the room but baby that's gettin' old
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There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore
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A highway of emptiness and I'm gettin' bored
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There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
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The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped
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There's blood in the bathtub, baby, murder the king
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There's blood on the moon
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There's blood on just about everything
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Sunshine a house in flames
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She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same
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Surgery in the house of dissection
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When your candle burns out I will resurrect you
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She runs through fields of daisies
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Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
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Who cares? 'Cause the air is free
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When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
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Something cold is forced inside her
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A tear spills down her cheek
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Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
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Hymns of the needle freak
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With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
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Her dreams are liquid blue
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I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you
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She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
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With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
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She feels it die, I heard her cry (verse x2)
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Like the scream of the butterfly (x2)
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I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
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Wanted by the FBI
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We dropped some acid, killed our parents
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Then we hit the road
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Like the scream of the butterfly (x4)
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Scream Of The Butterfly
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Acid Bath |