Ridden emotions with fame and misfortune
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Ridden emotions with fame and misfortune
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
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Ridden emotions with fame and misfortune
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Ridden emotions with fame and misfortune
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Ridden emotions with fame and misfortune
Too many questions I have no patience
Cheap imitations fall in temptations
I need salvation i switch the station
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
End the transmission
Dark superstitions
End the transmission
I had a vision
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
Death is inevitable f*ck I suppose
I tried to kill myself I didn't overdosed
So much in my mind i might overload
Thinking about it until is over
It was days before I was sober
People talk but I hold composure
People talk but I get exposure
Saw her last week she turned to a ghost
I couldn't say goodbye I couldn't cry
I closed my eyes and looked at the sky
You were a butterfly that had to fly
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Fly away, Far away, Fly away, Far away
Writer: Phillip Jones
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