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Gorillaz Lyrics Dead Butterflies Lyrics

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

I was supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for?
Theres nothing in this fire
(Can we can we just loop that last piano part for a bit?)
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for?
Theres nothing in this fire

When was I supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for
If no one in this world like you?

We are dead butterflies
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly fly)
We are dead butterflies

Im all in let me you know what youre thinking
Catch feels wind down while we figure this out
Right now
Deja que fluya pa no perder el control
No queda de otra vamos a estar en lo mismo
Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cari?o

Two-stepping while I move reckless
New settings booze and nudes pending
Loose evidence and news trending
Effortlessly truth-bending whos treacherous?
Searching for feelings of a new friendship
Theres but a few endings
Everyones a winner til you lose bredrin
Old time when we used to hold tight

Levitate to Most High and f*ck up the whole skyline
Bright lights I hope that feeling can replenish
Regretful cause if I let you left me then Ill be rush rouletting
With a whole full clip in pow
Cashmere drippage now
And memories lift me up
But still a mans tears dripping down
On to these photographs of what we used to be
But over time that puddle turns into a sea
But when I observed you cry a stream
I was just surfing on your grief
That hurt I cant delete just come to terms with who is me
But who are we?
These mirrors dont reflect perfection
Just put on your crep selection
Come and two-step to heaven with me

We are dead butterflies
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly fly)
Cause if its not me then
Whos it gonna be baby
If its not us
Theres nothing in this world for me

We are dead butterflies
Dancing on a sprung floor now
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly fly)
When was I supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for
If no one in this world like you?

We are dead butterflies

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