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Butterfingers - Epitome



Out of out of an observation through an undead nation 
Should I believe in things I've never thought is right 
A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour 
And if you see a kite we could be flying high

And if it's ok that now you're laughing over someone 
And i'm sure you will have a happy time to be 
And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside 
The smile is seize to siege for everybody so... 
Why ?

And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up 
[ Epitome lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ] 
There are crazy things that trying to be hide 
I stay awake all night as long as I have me... hey... 
Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life

How ? how ? how ? 
Hooo... Oooo 
Hooo... Oooo 
So i need you... 
Out of out an... yeah...

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