He got bad, and she got mad, he lowered one more time
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And she got even
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No one heard a single word and as the clock ticked from next door
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I could hear her breathing
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And I said good morning Mrs. Sumner I would like you to meet my friend Mr. Jones
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He has a house made out of butterflies
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I can't sleep sometimes but I've been told
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It's a lonely condition called growing old
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Let me stumble sometimes
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(intro to chorus)
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I'm looking for a soul to cling to
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Girl what you think about that
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(chorus)
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This time, well it all comes down
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To loss and strain and butterflies
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Then it comes right down to me
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Hello have you been alright
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Did you find a piece of something wrapped around the light side of your life
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To make you feel better
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Did you get out with your sanity
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Did you save a little something for the people in need
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And did you know with the rain in your pockets
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You can change the weather
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(intro to chorus)
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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Is it just the total for the wages of our sins
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And have you made yourself a victim
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In a game that you can't win
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And our we caving in
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And does it all depend on loss and strain and butterflies
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And does it come right down to me anymore
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This time
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Does it all come down
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To loss and strain and butterflies
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Come on down to me
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Loss, Strain, And Butterflies
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Matchbox 20 |