LYRIC
Flowers grow from the underground
To be stared at and stepped on and sold
Until what’s beautiful is too old
Been under siege since i was a seed
And i’ll be under siege ‘til they re-bury me
Flowers grow from the underground
To be stared at and stepped on and sold
Until what’s beautiful is too old
Been under siege since i was a seed
And i’ll be under siege ‘til they re-bury me
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Flowers grow from the underground
To be stared at and stepped on and sold
Until what’s beautiful is too old
Been under siege since i was a seed
And i’ll be under siege ‘til they re-bury me
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