She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her, the angles were all wrong now.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her, the angles were all wrong now.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
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