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the butterflies you gave me
the chills up and down my spine
you dont know the size of the smile on my face
the day i could finally call you mine
but those butterflies are dying
& the chills are just from winter
and everythings just going wrong now
& youre not thinking 'i miss her'
BOOO!
the chills up and down my spine
you dont know the size of the smile on my face
the day i could finally call you mine
but those butterflies are dying
& the chills are just from winter
and everythings just going wrong now
& youre not thinking 'i miss her'
BOOO!
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