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i don't care that flowers grow for you and me |
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and me |
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you don't know what love is til you see |
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her standing there |
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a web of skin and nails and hair |
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a web of skin and nails and hair and bones and bones and |
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thoughts rushing in and out your head |
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you think you are alive |
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but you are dead |
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you keep on driving in your car asleep |
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on driving in your car |
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i don't know why flowers grow in wintertime |
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the sky turns grey |
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the sun don't shine |
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and people rush to be on time for work |
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they wrap themselves in wool and cloaks and hats and scarves |
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like larva in their incubate cars |
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like larva in their cars |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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and drive |
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until they get away |
