Tono: G
Introducción:
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So you finally got what you wanted
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You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame
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And when you just can't get any higher
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You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber
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And the small fame that you've acquired
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Has brought you into cult status
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But to me your still a collector
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There's tarts and whores but you're much more
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You're a different kind 'cause you want there minds
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And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
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It's just a face on your pillowcase
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That thrills you
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And you started to looking much older
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And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
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But to you in your little dream world
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You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors
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As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
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You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
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You get from day to day by filling you head
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But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
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Has worn off
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And I don't care about morals
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'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
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And I don't feel any sorrow
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Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
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There's tarts and whores but you're much more
A C G
You're a different kind 'cause you want there minds
A C G
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
A C G
It's just a face on your pillowcase
F Em
That thrills you
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As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
A C G
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
A C G
You get from day to day by filling you head
A C G
But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
F Em
Has worn off
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And I don't feel any sorrow
Am Bm Am Bm Em
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors