Even though a faded glow won’t burn through all your bars,
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You put out to put up.
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Even while your lightning smile was shaking in the smoke,
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Your head was full of hope..
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Because I am a member of the butterfly culture.
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Where we work and we take, we play and we pray to god…
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That the girl in that dress will undress and distress you with the way that she moves.
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Even now when you know how to measure up the risk,
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Your still not tired of this.
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Even when the pills you take turn you to a ghost,
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You still spin around the most..
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Because I am a member of the butterfly culture
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where we work and we take, we play and we pray to god..
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That the girl in that dress will undress and distress you with the way that she moves…
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Butterfly Culture
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| Benjamin Francis Leftwich |
