| We’re just whistling past the graveyard
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| Laughing in backseats and restaurants
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| Don’t know ourselves well, but so what
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| We know each other
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| Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
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| Trying to straighten out my spine
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| It’s been folding in the moments that I need it
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| I’m obsessing over finish lines
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| Asked you why you’re smiling every time you see me
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| Said I remind you of a joke
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| I think you might actually be on to something
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| There’s no point in trying to take ourselves so
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| Seriously
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| We’re swaying in subconscious subways, so insane
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| But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
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| And I still pull my hands past your rib cage
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| Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
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| For as long as you’d like
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| And we’ll weave in and out of sanity unnoticed
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| Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
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| Glowing in radiant madness
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| Certain of all we’ve become
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| Now we’re sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
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| Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
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| Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
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| Gonna make up our own meanings till the final blackout
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| Now we’re sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
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| Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
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| Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
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| Gonna make up our own meanings till the final blackout
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| We’re just whistling past the graveyard |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flowers For My Brain , by - Dear and the Headlights. Song from the album Drunk Like Bible Times, in the genre Иностранный рок