Worry
Flowers they are just tears when god does sing
Birds live on their fears but they have wings
Figure out what you have before time blows in the winds
Sunshine in a bright new spring spreads the clouds and sins
You can't wash me clean because humans have to win
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Worry
Flowers they are just tears when god does sing
Birds live on their fears but they have wings
Figure out what you have before time blows in the winds
Sunshine in a bright new spring spreads the clouds and sins
You can't wash me clean because humans have to win
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