runo plum - butterflies

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You took ‘em in and burned them alive In a house buried in smoke Shoved myself to the ground to lay low Color me in, fill in the gaps I gave it everything that I have I turned and melted back into wax Now I don’t think I know what love is anymore Maybe it’s something I wasn’t made for In a dull world, right there I fit in With a cloud over me Sulking, milking, shivering I think part of me loves the pain It’s a comfort, it’s a friend to me Some kind of familiar way Now I don’t think I know what love is anymore It must be something that I wasn’t made for In a dull world, right there I fit in With a cloud over me
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