Chords
Flower

Key: D

Introduction:  D   E   G   D   D   E   G   D  

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1.     She dreams of the country, her eyes go far away,
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        she wishes for flowers, he says,         "Perhaps in May."
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        The city always was gray, the reflections of his eyes,
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        and she knows he liked it that way, and that way he shall die, well.
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        She's always known,             that there was something more.
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        There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
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          it tells her that there's something more.
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        This living shouldn't be called living,
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        'cause it's really only half a life.
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      She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -
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        and she will survive,                   she will survive.
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2.     She's a rare breed with violet eyes         and leafy limbs,
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        in conversations she looks for cracks to dig her roots deep in.
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        And her ways come up like daisies, she pushes her head to the sun.
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        She says "I am content here to grow,
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          despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."
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3.       In the end these steel cages will consume us,
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        and like coffins ignorance will take us in and
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        fashion don't mean anything , 'cause fashion cannot be our friends.
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        And when all else fades away, and the city falls into its sleep,
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        we'll still have flesh, blood, bones and our soul to deal with,
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        so we should dig our roots deep.
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          Always known,     that there was something more.
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        There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
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          it tells her that there's something more.
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        This living shouldn't be called living,
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        'cause it's really only half a life.
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      She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -
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        and we will survive,                     we will survive.
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    And we will survive,