| We were born to bloom
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| Destined to deteriorate
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| No beauty in plastic flowers
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| No honey made from fake bouquets
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| We were born to bloom
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| But we were never meant to stay
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| No wine from fruit made out of wax
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| No honey made from fake bouquets
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| What do they say about apples and trees?
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| How do you grow when you’re severed from the roots underneath?
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| And if the tether of love can never truly break
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| Did it slip from my hands the day you went away?
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| Why do they speak about a love that never dies?
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| And what the fuck do they know about the afterlife?
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| Have they ever spent the night screaming at the sky
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| asking why?
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| We were born to bloom
|
| Destined to deteriorate
|
| No beauty in plastic flowers
|
| No honey made from fake bouquets
|
| We were born to bloom
|
| But we were never meant to stay
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| No wine from fruit made out of wax
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| No honey made from fake bouquets
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| What do they say about the heart and it’s strength?
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| What do you do when your love rots to into rage?
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| How do you water the garden that famine takes?
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| How do you feed your soul with dust and clay?
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| We blossom then wither like the rose
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| Death written into our blood like poems
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| A soliloquy of ancient ancestral pain
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| The price of love paid over and over again
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| We were born to bloom
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| Destined to deteriorate
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| No beauty in plastic flowers
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| No honey made from fake bouquets
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| We were born to bloom
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| But we were never meant to stay
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| No wine from fruit made out of wax
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| No honey made from fake bouquets
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| Love is watching the petals fall
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| Love is watching the petals fall
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| Love is watching the petals fall
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| Love is watching the petals fall |