Lyrics Black Butterfly - Charles Lloyd
You're
a
black
butterfly
With
your
wings
frayed
and
torn,
Laughter's
your's
so
is
scorn
As
they
point
to
you
in
shame.
You're
a
black
butterfly
With
your
wings
near
fire,
But
confess
when
your
tire,
Is
the
candle
worth
the
flame?
Your
Queen
of
the
Night
But
with
morning's
early
light
There's
not
a
hear
to
really
call
your
own;
So
before
it's
too
late,
Change
your
ways
and
repent,
Take
my
love
that
was
meant
For
black
butterfly
along.
You're
a
black
butterfly
With
your
wings
frayed
and
torn,
Laughter's
your's
so
is
scorn
As
they
point
to
you
in
shame.
You're
a
black
butterfly
With
your
wings
near
fire,
But
confess
when
your
tire,
Is
the
candle
worth
the
flame?
Your
Queen
of
the
Night
But
with
morning's
early
light
There's
not
a
hear
to
really
call
your
own;
So
before
it's
too
late,
Change
your
ways
and
repent,
Take
my
love
that
was
meant
For
black
butterfly
along.
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