Butterfly Knife

Tom: G

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she said I'm lonely but don't know,
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my brother looks over me, tells me
Em                A     Em     A
how can I tell him, I've got a mind of my own,
D       C D C
with you
D     C    D     C     D     C      Em    A
and I wondered why her brother wasn't nearby
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now the guards they look over her, ...so how can I tell her,
A    D
my own, with you the murderer.