Testo Butterfly

Make a wish, drop a coin in the well
[?] hitchin’ to Chicago
Rucksack, scapegoat, washed up guitar

Back at the bar she dances slow
Spins sand spins, lost in her headphones
A kiss that last a length of a the distant song
Watching her sleep in the morning lights
Whispering drams no worry lines
Butterfly writes the song [?]

Sits don’t on [?]
Wings are spread open like a Bible
She tastes sweet cone jasmin [?]

Bye, bye butterfly
Beyond the glass the open sky
Your time is brief
Your impact fitting you deep
Gone, gone the moment’s gone
Flip the coin then move on
Your time’s brief Your impact deep

Spinner got hooked in the branch of an oak tree
Watching wind ripple through the wheat fields
She found him sleeping in a pile of dead leaves

Can’t catch hold of the summer breeze
Hang your coat on the way of the sunbeam
She woke him up, he was asleep

Can’t catch hold of the summer breeze
Hang your coat on the way of the sunbeam
She woke him up, he was asleep

Bye, bye butterfly
Beyond the glass the open sky
Your time is brief
Your impact fitting you deep
Gone, gone the moment’s gone
Flip the coin then move on
Your time is brief
Your impact deep

(Maybe it’s the [?]
Maybe it’s the [?]
Maybe it’s the wildest dream
Maybe it’s the [?]
Maybe it’s the [?]
Maybe it’s the [?] )

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(Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy)

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