| Daisy Dead Petals that is her name
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| she s in a phone booth phase so underneath the shade of a peppermint tray
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| she can turn it out with a heal on she just rides into town knowing what they ll say
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| knowing they re around the corner
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| Got a crack in got a crack in some strange places
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| Daisy Dead Petals that is her name
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| so maybe she tastes like a hamburger maid well
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| «these dead petals honey brought me here»
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| she said «these dead petals honey brought me here»
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| Dancing on a dime hearing mother cry
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| maybe she s around the corner
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| got a crack in got a crack in some strange places
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| on my back with, on my back with some dirty dishes
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| Falling down, falling down all over the river
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| falling down, falling down, falling down
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| Wish what I m feeling could go on like this forever
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| falling down, falling down, falling down
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| And since we re down might as well stay
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| might as well fry some eggs
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| and wave to the shade of a peppermint tray
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| she s a new friend not a skeleton to ride into town
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| knowing what they ll say
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| knowing she tastes like a hamburger maid, but
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| «these dead petals honey brought me here»
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| she said «these dead petals honey brought me here» |