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Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays, with mantle, of the earth When the bleakest
you drive really fast sitting in your car you like to blow kisses but you don't know where you are everything you say really makes me mad when you stand
All the small boats on the water aren't going anywhere Surely they must be loaded with more than simple matter Floating on top and gracefully tending
I'm not calling you a liar, Just don't lie to me. I'm not calling you a theif, Just don't steal from me, I'm not calling you a ghost, Just stop haunting
Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama you are the artist and the texture that plays with the mantle of the Earth When the bleakest
quiero, te llamo a gritos, te necesito amor te quiero, te llamo a gritos, te necesito ay, ay... te quiero, te llamo a gritos, te necesito amor te quiero, te llamo
Take the longest road back home to the place that all will know, the trying days of old have passed The summer grass between our toes, when we'll get
Translation: Flame Rain. My Flower, My OrquÃdea.
Translation: Flower. Shot Caller.
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Translation: Hothouse Flowers. Used To Call It Love.
Translation: In Flames. December Flower.
Translation: Rochester. You Can Call Me Flower If You Want To.