a blooming flower Is now a wilting rose She's living in a garden where everybody knows That we'll soon be laying flowers upon our wilting rose
to help If I can keep a little bit of disease As it's feedin' on me You see it's bringin' me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Come right
Drawing from the truth Innocent few cast their chips in Praying, count accounts Believe in something for a price Cop out Broken dreams Deceiving more
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear As I enflame myself with prayer There is no grace; there is no guilt There is the law; DO WAHT THOU WILT I don't
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart, And so leave me, and so leave me? Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart
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Drawing. From the truth. Innocent few cast their chip in. Praying. Count accounts. Believe in something for a price. Cop-out. Broken dreams. Deceiving
for you to understand? Why did it take so long for you to see That all I needed Were all things you could have given me You could have made it grow Instead of leaving it wilt
to help If I can keep a little bit of disease As its feeding on me You see it's bringing me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Come right
wilted dasies all in a row on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow pretty, pretty wilted dasies
O Love that wilt not let me go I rest my weary soul to Thee I give Thee back the life I owe That in Thine ocean depths It's flow may richer, fuller be
My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass. I lie detached, sorry for myself Depression is my
. I wilt oh oh away. I wilt away. I wilt I wilt I wilt I wilt away. I wilt I wilt I wilt I wilt away. I wilt away.
Translation: Acheron. As Thou Wilt.
Translation: Blind Melon. To.
Translation: Supernaw, Doug. Wilting Rose.
Translation: Watts, Isaac. How Long Wilt Thou Conceal Thy Face?.