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Ah ha. Pass the Guinness. Yeah. Gully Gad, from Kingston. Yeah yeah. We the best music So suicidal, first dem ever seen this. Gangsta' for life, the realist. So suicidal, first dem ever seen
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tiFlowers. arEmilie Simon. alE TOP - ELA. i want to buy you flowers. it's such a shame you're a boy. but when you are not a girl. nobody buys you flowers. i want to buy you flowers. and now i'm
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Mm, ah, yeah. One, two, three, nuneul tteuneun secret (Ah). Mangaehaneun bit bureooneun hwanhui. Machi hwansang wi in my garden. Show me your flowers. Show me your flowers, flowers. Amudo moreudeon
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you'd trust they'd slam the door. But I'm everything I've claimed to be. You just need vodka and honesty? Do you know who I am?. Do you know who I am, am? My love is real, as real as the flowers. You
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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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Chorus Jake Hill. I'm not suicidal, I don't wanna *** die. I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright. But every day I feel like dying. Every day I feel like dying (dying). Verse 1 Josh A
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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
