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MARK LANEGAN
THE WINDING SHEET |
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Wild Flowers
I have to watch you come back to earth
Now it's all I can do
Will you still be convinced wild flowers
Are waiting for you
In my mind I've done good things
And never cared why
And my mind is an open door, with nothing inside
Looks like the autumn is upon us
It's turnin' so cold
When everything said's either faded out
Or written in stone
If you could find an easier road, you'd take it today
You could have taken me anywhere
You just take it away
I have to watch you come back to earth
If it's all I can do
Will you still be convinced wild flowers
Are waiting for you
Have we ever done good things
And never cared why
'Cause my mind is an open door, with nothing inside
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