like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
you will do the things that you have always done
like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
like a wounded bird who's fallen from the sky
like a wounded bird who's fallen from the sky
like a wounded bird who's fallen from the sky
you will never never know the reason why
you never ever really learned to fly
no kiss me and make up
no shake hands and make friends
this is how the story really ends
no pinch me and wake up
no way we can fake it
there's no way we can pretend again
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Ba ba da ba da ba da ba da da da ba
like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
you will do the things that you have always done
like a flower bent towards the memory of the sun
no kiss me and make up
no shake hands and make friends
this is how the story really ends
no pinch me and wake up
no way we can fake it
there's no way we can pretend again
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Ba ba da da doo da
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