She wears her butterfly on her wrist
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But she might as well cut it's head off
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She's holding different weapons to kill the ghost inside
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Or at least kill the thought she has of killing her mind she says
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I love you with her hands, she says I hate you with her eyes
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Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
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But I could never let you know how much this means
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I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know
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It wasn't worth fighting for
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I wear gods name up by my wrist but you might as well tear my skin off
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She's letting go convictions, to release the ghost inside
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To release all the suffering of a cross and a girl I say
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I love you way too much, so I'll say I hate you for tonight
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Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
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But I could never let you know how much this means
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I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know
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It wasn't worth fighting for
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She, she said to me I will be driving in the wrong direction
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Did you ever think, that maybe your life,
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Is heading in the wrong direction, baby
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There's a cross up on the wall
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See from the corner of your eye
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When you're dead and on your knees
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And she's begging please
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So go and lay back down tonight
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Because we won't know who you are
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Until you're dead and on your knees
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And you're begging please
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Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
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But I could never let you know how much this means
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I swear I'll end this war, cause we both know
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It wasn't worth fighting for
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A Cross And A Girl Named Blessed
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| Evans Blue |
