I had nothing to say on Christmas day When you threw all your clothes in the snow When you burnt your hair, and you knocked over chairs I just tried to stay out of your way But when you fell asleep With blood on your teeth, I just got in my car and drove away Listen to me, butterfly Theres only so much wine That you can drink one life But it will never be enough To save you from the bottom of your glass Where the state highway starts, I stop my car I get out, to stare up at the stars And as meteors die And shout across the sky I just stop about your setting shining eyes And I went back for my clothes, when the sun finally rose Oh,You were still passed out on the floor Listen to me, butterfly Theres only so much wine That you can drink one life But it will never be enough To save you from the bottom of your glass
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