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I Box Up All The Butterflies Tab

by The Boy Least Likely To


This is my first tab, so please bear with me.
Not 100% right, but pretty close for the most part.

Standard tuning

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--I Box Up All The Butterflies--

INTRO:
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I find it difficult to
           
Relax in the summertime

With all the flowers in bloom
                 
I creep across the countryside

With my net and my bait
                   
And a pocket full of veil and twine

I break the promises I made
                  
As I box up all the butterflies


   
I ruin everything
     
As I sit in a field of grass
       
In the spring, listening
       
To the beat of its little heart
       
To its wings, struggling
    
For air under an upturned glass
            
And I put a pin through its wings
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And I bottle it up
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I box it up
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And bury it in my heart


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Just as I know my friends
             
I also know my enemies

Are the birds and the bees
                     
And my own little insecurities

I creep around in the dark
                    
And I tear up all the dandelions

And I break my own heart
                  
As I box up all the butterflies


        
Tirelessly following
    
Its tiny butterfly tracks
           
Across the field, in the spring
       
With a plastic carrier bag
        
Full of fish, hooks and string
  
I lay a little matchbox trap
          
And I put pins through its wings
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And I bottle it up
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I box it up
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And bury it in my heart


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I folded up its furry wings
                        
And opened up its little heart
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It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart


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I ruin everything
     
As I sit in a field of grass
       
In the spring, listening
       
To the beat of its little heart
       
To its wings, struggling
    
For air under an upturned glass
            
And I put a pin through its wings
      *      
And I bottle it up
  *   
I box it up
    *       
And bury it in my heart


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