Chords for Luke Ritchie - Butterfly (Old Vinyl Factory Session)

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I caught [C#m] _ _ _ [E] it with both hands, little [C#m] butterfly.
I took [E] it on a whim, you caught me by [C#m] surprise.
I [E] found it on my path, in a sudden [C#m] march to work.
I [E] held it in my grasp, like [F#m] a flame so _
_ _ [E] flame that [C#m] never burns. _ _
[C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ I held it to [E] my chest, smuggled it [C#m] back home.
It shivered at my [E] palm, the thought of [C#m] what awaits.
A [E] sample on a board, a pissing through [C#m] the chest.
A steady [D#] hand [E] to thrice.
_ [F#] Arms outstretched and then firmly [C#m] pinned, pressed to the wood, all waxed and stiff.
Sometimes I fear I can't handle [F#] this, a sad scale of [C#m] a must.
Even a kitten would tear its [E] wings, rip out a [C#m] colour's old face.
These are the things you can't drink from this, [E] feed for the [C#m] stock of a fallen leaf.
Take what I can and then leave the rest, [E] I've hold it tight in one [C#m] good fist. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ A letter in [E] my heart, let her find [C#m] her way.
It's here that we'll [E] forget, only for [C#m] today.
_ [E] Just within these walls, she'll [C#m] never see it all.
She's [E] fading in my arms, with [F#m] a breath so faint. _
[C#m] A voice that never spoke.
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_ [C#m] _ Sometimes I fear I can't handle [E] this, a sad [C#m] scale of a must.
Even a kitten would tear its wings, [E] rip out a [C#m] colour's old face.
These are the things you can't drink from this, [E] feed for the stock [C#m] of a fallen leaf.
Take what I can and then leave the rest, [E] I've hold it tight [C#m] in one good fist.
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A one good fist.
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