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There is a finger missing on my right hand |
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A butcher's hand in a butterfly wingspan |
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The sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red |
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Said am I alive or am I dead? |
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I caught a rainbow tear in her sunset smile |
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I told the broken bird of my unborn child |
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These bloodstained walls in her head |
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I found my girl bleeding in his bed |
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The angels cried in butterfly red |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Her wings are torn, my baby's dead |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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I put my girl in the butcher's hands |
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"She is my curse," cried Fireman Sam |
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And heaven down below, inscribed her name |
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My baby girl's lost in amongst these flames |
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The angels cried in butterfly red |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Her wings are torn, my baby's dead |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Oh heaven help me, what have I done? |
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I kissed the daughter of my unborn son |
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Heaven down below, inscribed her name |
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Let heaven, heaven rain down again |
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The angels cried in butterfly red |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Her wings are torn, my baby's dead |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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The angels cried in butterfly red |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Her wings are torn, my baby's dead |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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The angels cried in butterfly red |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |
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Her wings are torn, my baby's dead |
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(The butcher and the butterfly) |