Where have all the flowers gone A long time passing Where have all the flowers gone A long ago Where have all the flowers gone Girl, they're picked up
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
(Nathan) There is nothing glamorous in this simple town But there's this special flower that can only bloom right here And all the heavy burdens in our
Artist: Written by Georges Bizet Song: La Fleur Que Tu M'Avais Jetee from Carmen Ou, tu m'entendras! Je le veux! La fleur que tu m'avais jetee, Dans
I survived a dreadful accident In the car crash of the century My shattered hopes collapsed on cold cement But in the back of the ambulance I'd never
Don't bring me flowers to my bed, I don't wish you to know It's time to find myself again As cold as houses on your street, as hollow as my own I hope
I've been laying down the flowers I've been waiting in the sun I've been counting down the hours One by one One by one I've been catching my reflection
[sample from Apocalypse Now]: "Pile...little arms"
the children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place
Earth is our mother Just turning around With her trees in the forest And roots underground Our father above us Whose sigh is the wind Paint us a rainbow
Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls pick them
The strangest thought came to me on this morning As I awake to greet the coming dawn The sun was hardly peaking through the garden It felt that with everything
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Flower man, flower man, when are you gonna grow? When are you gonna lay down everything you know? Flower man, flower man, how are you gonna sleep With
Come on go with me, babe Come on go with me, girl Baby, let's go To the cabin down below I got a radio Put it on soft and low Baby, let's go To the cabin
Waiting by the side of the road For day to break so we could go Down into Los Angeles With dirty hands and worn out knees I keep crawling back to you
I remember you so clearly The first one through the door They return to find you drifting Too far from the shore I remember feeling this way You can
We gotta get to a higher place And we gotta leave by night Before that river takes us down We gotta find some place that's dry We gotta run like we've