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This is my favourite sad story, |
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Forget me not or I'll forget myself |
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I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of |
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Sometimes I just can't face myself |
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This is my favorite sad story, |
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Forget me not or I'll forget myself. |
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I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight, |
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You know it's been one of those days. |
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Every pretty flower, |
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Every lovely flower, |
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Every deadly flower |
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Hides its light inside of shame. |
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I do not know why you don't know, |
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I cannot reap what you have sown |
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Beneath this blanket of loose soil, |
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Wrapped around my mortal coil. |
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Well a stem is not a rose, |
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But that's how my garden grows. |
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I can't see the forest for the trees, |
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The stinking poison for disease |
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Now it's all shot to hell and back again. |
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I seek redemption for the |
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Same old sins and I fall on my knees, |
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And I pray that all the poppies they |
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They will just fade away. |
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But fields of poppies they remain. |
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That's how they found me last time, dead |
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This is my favorite sad story, |
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Forget me not or I'll forget myself. |
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I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of, |
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Sometimes I just won't face myself. |
| [03:38.50] |
This is my favorite sad story, |
| [03:48.41] |
Forget me not or I'll forget myself |
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I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight |
| [03:56.19] |
You know its been one of those days. |
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Every pretty flower, |
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Every lovely flower, |
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Every deadly flower, |
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Hides its light inside of shame. |
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I do not know why you don't know, |
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I cannot reap what you have sown, |
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Beneath this blanket of loose soil, |
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Wrapped around my mortal coil. |
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Irises lay in spring mud, |
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Where lovers drown each other's sorrows, |
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Where lovers dream about tomorrows. |
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As for me I drown another kind as |
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Sadness runs course through my veins. |
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Posie wreaths they crown me. |
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My heart, My heart |
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I should just fade away, fade away |
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Like a flower... |
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