Butterfly.

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One beer.

Two.

Three beers

Just one more is a lie

One tear

Two.

Three tears.

How much longer will I cry

One year

Two

Three years

Go by

One pill

Two

Three pills

I feel high

One cut

Two

Three cuts

When am I going to die

Every night I try

But tonight everyone adjust your tie

Cause I am a butterfly

And I am going to the sky.

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