| The petals are falling, colourless, awkward
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| This is our score so I let these thoughts orbit
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| Insects are crawling as I export morbid
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| Cross-pollination is the source of my talking
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| I’m falling, all in
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| Deeper, I love her, I need her
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| I possess the GOB and she is the feeder
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| I’m just being frank, Aretha
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| Or maybe even Butcher as I eat her
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| From the sky they keep tumbling
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| Slice the pie I need humbling
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| My third eye keeps wandering
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| Can’t lose time that squandering
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| There ain’t much left
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| Yeah, there ain’t much breath
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| Left in my chest for me to deliver the message
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| So I capture the essence in one session
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| I’m in love with a Rose, no question
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| Petals have fallen, petals have fallen
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| Petals have fallen, petals have fallen
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| You were born in the autumn, so the titles kind of fitting
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| Living for the moment, ride the wave, ride the rhythm
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| Meditate, let it set in…
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| I forgot my key, let me step in
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| Life’s full of pictures that I didn’t take
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| So I wrote them down I hope this doesn’t reach you late
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| Slightly out of focus, in a blissful haze
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| Can I get a taste of the next phase?
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| I’m edging closer, now you sway
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| Now your past is your present
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| Let’s push it this way…
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| Right out the frame, so we can’t see it
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| In the shadows of your memory bank
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| You don’t need it, you’re bleeding…
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| I hope I see you in the after life
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| Please don’t wilt, I don’t want to file
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| A montage of our past
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| Your loves got me spinning as we laugh in the dark |