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in my bones

Dead Butterflies

Did I wait too long?
For you to change your mind?
If we were older
Would it have worked?

Do you see, what I see?
Are we destined, to repeat?
In a scale, am I anything?
I'm climbing, I'm climbing

I feel it, I'm about to die
I feel it, there's no more time
I feel it, in my bones
I feel it, I'm not going home

Composição: Dead Butterflies