| Wilted flower seem strange to you
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| With all this poison at the roots?
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| Shut away from love and light
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| And you wonder why its screaming…
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| Old enough to abuse me But all too cheap to amuse me We stand at the marketplace
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| With cold September eyes on the hungry people
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| We passed the interrogation
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| Signed our names at the bottom of the
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| government paper
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| Calling memories out of mind
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| Pictures writhing deep inside
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| And once you’ve seen it’s hard to hide
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| You wonder why you’re screaming
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| Strong enough not to fear me But all too loud now to hear me This winter time
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| To waste your life
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| You reign you die
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| You wait you cry
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| This time in the light
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| A small flame in the night
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| You come you bend you burn
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| You burn you burn …
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| Sick enough to infect me But too far gone to protect me |