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Itīs a good year for a murder
sheīs praying to jesus, sheīs pulling the trigger
thereīs no tears, cause heīs not here
she washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
but soon theyīll be coming to rush her away
no oneīs so sure if her crime had a reason
reasons like seasons
they constantly change
and the seasons of last year
like reasons have floated away
away with this spilt milk
away with this dirty dish water, away
seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter
"itīs me and the moon," she says
i got no trouble with that
but i am a butterfly, you wouldnīt let me die
"itīs me and the moon," she says
and itīs over, but it just started
the blood stained the carpet
her heart like a crystal
sheīs lucid and departed
a life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
away with these nightmares
away with suburbia
shake down away
you marry a role and
you give up your soul til you break down
"itīs me and the moon," she says
"i got no trouble with that, but i am a butterfly, you wouldnīt let me die"
"itīs me and the moon," she says
but what do you say we go for a ride?
what do you say we get high?
but iīm so tired of days that feel like the night
"itīs me and the moon," she says
and i got no trouble with that, but i am a butterfly, you wouldnīt let me die
i am a butterfly, i am a butterfly, i am a butterfly