You can't put a butterfly in a jar
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If the effort's too high no matter who you are
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You can't catch the moon, or the sun or the stars
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It doesn't matter who you are
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Iced honey
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Now me I've tried a million tricks
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To make life cold and make it stick
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Not running heat that flames then out
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But the proud piece of ice that always floats
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Iced honey
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If I can't trap a butterfly or a bee
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If I can't keep my heart where I want it to be
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If no matter how much soul and heart
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I put to the wood
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If a flaming heart is not that good
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Iced honey
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If you can't put a butterfly in a jar
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If violence mars your final hour
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If you make others feel like jam
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Poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb
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If it's all mixed up and you cannot shout
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And your oxygen starts to run out
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If your final gasp has the recipe wrong
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And instead of hello you say so long
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If your energy starts to leak out
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And people wonder what you're all about
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A heartbreaker with an unattached heart
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The story of love gives them all a start
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And me, I've always been this way
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Not by choice, just this way
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I can't put my honey pot in a jar
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Or a heart or a fist of some young boy
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If you can't put a butterfly in a jar
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No wonder no need to wonder where you are
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It might seem like Hell, the river Styx
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Your affection never sticks
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No matter what you say, no matter what you do
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A butterfly heart flies right past you
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There's nothing to say, nothing to do
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See if the ice will melt for you
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Iced honey
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Iced Honey
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| Metallica |
