Flowers Of The Field
The darkness, the coal mines knew it best
\r\nWhen the daylight headed west and disappeared
\r\nProgression, on the morning goes
\r\nBut regardless no one knows the day has cleared
\r\nOh we are blind
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\r\nI’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom
\r\nWhile you are soundly sleeping on the ground
\r\nAnd I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room
\r\nI’ll twirl you all around without a sound
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\r\nThe snowfall, the great lakes know it best
\r\nWhen the summers travel west and disappear
\r\nLike dry ice, the snowcaps on the hills
\r\nMelt like 50 dollar bills of our new year
\r\nOh we are cold
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\r\nI’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom
\r\nWhile you are soundly sleeping on the ground
\r\nAnd I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room
\r\nI’ll twirl you all around without a sound
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\r\nWe’re trying hard to alleviate this dizzy feeling
\r\nWe’re skipping meals because it feels that bad
\r\nIf we survive we’ll stay alive below the ceiling
\r\nOf new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have
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