Swallow purple terror candy
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Don't forget to breathe
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Sickened by the wanting
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And drowning from the need
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This dichromatic vision
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Of one who does not care
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To sipping cocktail sedatives
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Two months to hide somewhere
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Butterflies, butterflies
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Cut the stomach out and
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Hand it over
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Butterflies, butterflies
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My heart will be
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The bridge that
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You walk over
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The wolf has
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Caught the chicken
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And now I feel unsteady
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Emotions on the blink again
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So kick me
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When you're ready
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Here lies a violet coffin
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The death of my control
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Along with all my skeletons
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They put them in a hole
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Sickened by the notion
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I give myself again
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Choking on the bullet
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The gun that's found a friend
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So raise your glass to sorrow
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And drink to all the pain
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Tie a silver ribbon around
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The pieces that remain
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Butterflies, butterflies
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Cut the stomach out and
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Hand it over
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Butterflies, butterflies
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My heart will
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Be the bridge that
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You walk over
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Butterflies
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| Natalie Imbruglia |
