| Oh, the wings of the black butterfly
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| Don’t answer when you speak to it
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| We won’t talk about what happened last night
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| And the house on the corner burned down
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| And now they can see inside
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| We don’t look too happy, but I guess we’ll make it alright
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| The sun comes up, the sun goes down
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| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town
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| The space between us grows everyday
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| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs
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| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday
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| Oh, the sting of the mother bee burns
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| But you can’t help yourself
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| You are drawn to it like a child to the fire
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| And you wait to wear the crown and sit upon the throne
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| You wanna be the one they want and adore
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| The sun comes up, the sun goes down
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| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town
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| The space between us grows everyday
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| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs
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| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday
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| Oh, but now, I see, oh, but now, I see
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| Oh, but now, I see, oh, but now, I see
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| The sun comes up, the sun goes down
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| On the railroad tracks in the middle of town
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| The space between us grows everyday
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| Oh, love comes up, loves goes down as we break our backs
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| To the sound of the space that grows between us everyday |