Lyrics

FLOWERS IN MY BLOOD
Verse- A week of Sundays
To see Nirvana
A toll is due my darling Sara
The light is red
Yourself is cold
You breathe a scent nineteen years old
'We are such stuff as dreams are made of
Our Little lives rounded with sleep'
(CONT)
CHORUS- Flowers make you feel good
Where I never could
Flowers in my, flowers in my blood

Verse- A year of war
To steel the summer
The coals are raked with Silent warnings
Tonight may disturb the dreams of birds
And leave us willing to start again
(CH/SOLO/CH/TAG-OUT)
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