Profit in Your Poetry Butcher Boy
[Am]Shine [C]shine [G]shin[Am]e you shine like a melody.......
So comfortably lashed to the sleeve
Your eyes reflecting my eyes
[F]I thi[Am]nk i [C]unde[G]rstand why you make do.......
But i refuse to turn my back on you
I can see you sleep and see you bleed
and i can see
profit in your poetry........
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