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My boy builds coffins - Florence + the Machine

Submitted:Jan 19, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Roses are red,

violets don't bloom,

sugar is posion for those who consume.

This cloud of smoke fades me away.

Teardrops bring roses back to die another day.

The light in the tunnel, not always white?

It's blinding you halfway distorting the right.

I'm standing here while you're loking away,

everything counts when everything's betrayed.

Cause you had your show, and I paied full price,

got drunk at the cast party, now nothings right.

It's all left broken,

and I'm staying here hoping

your fire eyes will finally subside.

And my peaceful cries

won't be heard any longer.


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