Well, here I am. I just came to smell the flowers in someone's darkest hour.
I don't even know the one they've laid to rest. But any place there's a crowd, and anywhere they're crying loud, just seems to be the place I love the best.
Surrounded by the blues, in a place that loses you, where one smile costs at least a million tears.
Looking for my past, in the bottom of a glass.
The only place I love the best.
The only place I've looked for many years.
Now the ground don't seem so very low, when you're down about as far as you can go.
And it's pretty hard to smile, while the whole world laughs in your face.
And with no will left to live, the world moves fast, while you lie still.
Too weak to stand, and just not enough man to join the race.
Surrounded by the blues, in a place that loses you.
Where one smile cost at least a million tears
Looking for my passion in the bottom of a glass
The only place I've looked for many years
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