' I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard And that string of lights and it ain't glowin' Like dead flowers, like dead flowers He ain
I need your lie Darling love lies And if you gave it to me I'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And I'd reach up like
know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flower by the mail Send me dead flowers
know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
forget But 'til then I'm here making room for new regrets Now some flowers they never bloom But some flowers just bloom dead Now some flowers they never bloom And some flowers just bloom dead
a moment of silence For those that are here now I know you probably up in heaven Smiling down You might be gone But never forgotten Flowers for the dead
hands in prayer formation, Our elbows on the bed, One last try for Heaven, Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?, You're dead, When you're dead
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you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
I need your lie, darling love lies And if you gave it to me, i'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And i'd reach up like
[I swear in the name of dead flowers I won't take birth on this land on this land]-2 If at all God resends me-2 I w'll get astray in some sand
know you think you're the queen of the underground You can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers at
break this string, love I've plenty of room for improvement, you see and many a fool Fake this thing called love I stood and I stared at the cemetary stones Dead flowers
Needles and pins pierce my heart with their rusty spears Like my heart being scooped out and placed on a platter Set as this disgusting sight beating