Black Flowers

Oh, no, there goes
 There goes my head
 There goes my, head
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 Throw ten on in
 In the swear jar
 In the swear, jar
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 Outside storms cry
 Inside now
 Not much better, stormy weather
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 I am writing a song book on a mountain
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 In the garden where we built a home, black flowers
 In the stories the lies that they wrote, escape me
 And the winged horses that we once rode, have stopped breathing
 In the garden where we built a home, black flowers
 One, two, three, four
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 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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 In the garden where we built a home
 In the stories, the lies that they wrote
 And the winged horses that we once rode
 Are all strung out and spun out, you know
 In the garden where we built a home
 And the roads that we built off the road
 In the garden where we built a home
 Once river they see, they will know
 And the black flowers grow all around
 And the angels are died by sound?
 Now nothing will come of this now
 For nothing can grow from the ground
 And no one you know now will save us
 Like no one we know, would try
 Like everything once is now over
 Just as everything once has died
 In the garden where we built a home
 And all those we kept in tow
 The weblo with his tiny piano
 The little wave who his singing soft
 The druid with the cast iron hammer
 With the ivy, the cruit and the law
 In the garden where we built a home
 It was dark inside the tower
 In the garden where we built a home
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers
 Black flowers