One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death - Bring Me The Horizon

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[Intro]
       
Ooh-ooh, ooh
        
Ooh-ooh, ooh-o

oh
       
Ooh-ooh, ooh
             
Ooh-ooh, ooh-o

    
oh, ooh-ooh


[Verse 1]
            
On the verge o

             
f no return, w

              
hy'd you keep 

               
fucking it up?
            
Don't wanna ha

              
ve to bury you

             
, but nothing 

              
seems to get t

            
hrough your sk

ull
            
One day the on

              
ly butterflies

             
 left will be 

                  
in your chest
             
as you march t

              
owards your de

              
ath, breathing

 
 your last bre

ath
            
I hate to say 

              
"I told you so

             
," but look ho

              
w the bruises 


show


[Chorus]
             
Tell me, how i

              
s it gonna fee

             
l without my a

             
rms wrapped ar

              
ound, wrapped 

 
around you?
             
Bet it feels p

              
retty real whe

            
n your skin st

              
arts to peel f

               
rom the bone
              
You were dead 

             
to the world, 

              
now I'm dead t

  
o you
              
Haunting your 


own house, not

hing to lose
             
How did I let 

              
you sink your 

            
fangs so deep?

   
 Ah
              
You know you c

            
an't breathe o

               
n your own


[Verse 2]
            
Past the point

              
 of rescuing, 

             
why'd I keep p

             
ushing my luck

 
?
            
The hole I wor

              
e into your so

             
ul has got too

            
 big to overlo

ok
            
One day the on

              
ly butterflies

           
 left will be 

in our chests
             
as we march to

              
wards our deat

             
h, breathing o

ur last breath
            
I thought we h

              
ad a future, b

             
ut we ain't go

              
t a chance in 


hell


[Chorus]
             
So tell me, ho

              
w is it gonna 

              
feel without m

            
y arms wrapped

              
 around, wrapp

    
ed around you?
             
Bet it feels p

              
retty real whe

            
n your skin st

              
arts to peel f

               
rom the bone
              
You were dead 

             
to the world, 

              
now I'm dead t

  
o you
              
Haunting your 


own house, not

hing to lose
             
I let you sink

            
 your fangs so

        
 deep, aah
              
You know you c

            
an't breathe o

                
n your own
        
How can you br

            
eathe on your 

            
own?


[Outro]
            
Oh, oh-oh-oh, 

      
the sun is set

         
ting on our lo

     
ve, I     feee

 
eeear
       
   Letting our

      
 loneliness ou

      
t into the atm

 
o--sphere
       
  The tide is 

        
turning on our

        
 chance to tur

       
n it 'round
   
  I never thou

            
ght I'd see my

      
 fingernails f

 
all out
       
    Love isn't

      
 in the air,  

         
   love isn't 

  
in the air
       
    Love isn't

      
 in the air,  

         
   love isn't 

  
in the air


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