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Song The Harvester - Brandon Heath. Up with the dawn and the rooster crow. Been that way since I don't know. Throw a little water on my face. Get out the door and greet the day. . Put my knees
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Tell me how many flowers have to die. Before you give this love another try?. I've asked you to forgive me at least 9 dozen times. Tell me how many flowers have to die? I'm crazy and I'm desperate, I
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Flowers for a girl who was placed in the dark. Flowers from a world that had taken her heart. They looked so pretty, but the blood stained them If flowers turn throw them away, throw them away. If
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Send me no flowers. Send me no flowers. Just want your arms around me. Your ever loving arms around me You sent me flowers and a 'get well' card. After you had broken my heart. Violets that were
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Send me no flowers. Send me no flowers. Just want your arms around me. Your ever lovin' arms around me. You sent me flowers and a 'Get well' card. After you had broken my heart Violets that were
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I feel like the flowers in this vase. He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said. They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin' gray. They're sittin' in the vase but
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Song In The Bleak Midwinter - Brandon Heath. In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,. In the bleak
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it all went to my head. Got a little crazy there at the end. At the end. I'm still holding on to all the stupid flowers. They were your mistakes but you said they were ours. Now they're dried up, dead
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remembered I I can buy myself flowers, write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours, say things you don't understand I can take myself dancing, and I can hold my wind Yeah, I can love me better than you
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. Tragic as anything. These eyes are blind. This is a pure thing. All splash and hiss. Beyond my measuring These faded flowers. Precious as memory. A veil of cloud. Correct as energy. We had some
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. Tragic as anything. These eyes are blind. This is a pure thing. All splash and hiss. Beyond my measuring These faded flowers. Precious as memory. A veil of cloud. Correct as energy. We had some
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tonight. . Baby, they don't need to show. It's over, I know, I know. Baby, they don't need to show. Flowers and football tops, I know. Baby, baby
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tonight. . Baby, they don't need to show. It's over, I know, I know. Baby, they don't need to show. Flowers and football tops, I know. Baby, baby
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Song Dead Flowers(1989/Live In Calgary) - Steve Earle. Well, when you're sitting there. In your silk upholstered chair. Talking to some rich folk that you know. Well, I hope you won't see me. In
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Hearts and flowers. A picture of what a love should be. But when it comes. It's deeper than. The darkest sea Sometimes, I'm so alone. Even in your arms. Like each of us. Keeps a little wall
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ride. Onto that carousel i'll climb. Without a word you'll leave me there. Just hanging in the air Then you send me flowers. Your flesh is willing. Your mind is weak. Thinks flowers speak. Flowers
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