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''Town Flowers''
Some window would know how some dust would rise,
till it would fall for the fact that I really just wouldn't know what's on your mind.
Twenty years, then there's some things I wanted to leave behind
though some mistakes wouldn't go nowhere
like the window, you're the only one who knew and can make it right in time.
This Bottle felt half-empty for a second,
that mistakes didn't feel thesame by the time it was done.
And the road's still cold the past twenty years, still flowers had their chances they say,
to die with everythin that's on the inside through your heart's eyes, on the day you wear you Crown.
You have it all, and sins don't have nothin
like some desolate eve of forgiveness wont be without your heart.
You would be the Queen, now roads are made of town flowers,
of the reason for this kneeling, for the forgiveness, and this Sin, you could pass me by as flowers would die with it with that every step till you would feel that far.
till it would fall for the fact that I really just wouldn't know what's on your mind.
Twenty years, then there's some things I wanted to leave behind
though some mistakes wouldn't go nowhere
like the window, you're the only one who knew and can make it right in time.
This Bottle felt half-empty for a second,
that mistakes didn't feel thesame by the time it was done.
And the road's still cold the past twenty years, still flowers had their chances they say,
to die with everythin that's on the inside through your heart's eyes, on the day you wear you Crown.
You have it all, and sins don't have nothin
like some desolate eve of forgiveness wont be without your heart.
You would be the Queen, now roads are made of town flowers,
of the reason for this kneeling, for the forgiveness, and this Sin, you could pass me by as flowers would die with it with that every step till you would feel that far.
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