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Wildflowers

 

Wildflowers

(альбом: Clean - 2018)


Wildflowers don't grow in the city
My heart turns gray and shriveled now
I want to be who I wasn't
I want to dance in my field of blue
A child running for nothing
I watched you go, my feet were glued

I found God on Sunday
Morning, laying next to you
My arms stretched out like Jesus
White sheets nail me down to the bed
My heaven burns on Monday
With a broken heart and an aching head

Wildflowers don't grow in the city
I dreamt the sidewalk broke in two
The earth was calling to me
A vine stretched down Fifth Avenue
It came in through my window
Carry me home like you used to

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