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Lyrics:
You’ve a heavy hand I’ve a hidden hurt Rolling sleeves and digging dirt I will always be passenger to you You’re falling free I’m fighting truth
But it doesn’t really matter You were only picking flowers Rooted to the ground
I showered you in sunlight But you never grew a heart You were only picking flowers And flowers never last
You’ve been painted with the words you’ve said Wine stain on your lips again Late night hear your footsteps tread Shuffle trough the flower bed
But it doesn’t really matter You were only picking flowers Rooted to the ground
I showered you in sunlight But you never grew a heart You were only picking flowers And flowers never last Uuuh Counting the days dow Uuuh Hoping you’ll see me again Uuuh I will be waiting Hoping you’ll see me for what I am
But it doesn’t really matter You were only picking flowers Rooted to the ground
I showered you in sunlight But you never grew a heart You were only picking flowers And flowers never last No flowers never last
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