July
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In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet Bending there in my direction I wrapped a hand around its stem I pulled until the roots gave in Finding now what ive been missing And i know.... So i tell myself I tell myself its wrong Theres a point we've passed in which we cant return I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you I havent slept in so long When i do i dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where i can lay my head down I'll follow your voice All you have to do Is shout it out Inside my hands these pedals brown Dried up fallen to the ground But it was already too late now I pushed my fingers through the earth Returned this flower to the dirt So it could live i walked away now But i know Not a day goes by when i dont feel its wrong Theres a point we've passed in which we cant return I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you I havent slept in so long When i do i dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where i can lay my head down I'll follow your voice All you have to do Is shout it out all because of you All because of you All because of you I havent slept in so long When i do i dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where i can lay my head down Inside these arms of yours All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No not the kind with halos The kind that bring you hope When home becomes a strange place I'll follow your voice All you have to do Is shout it out
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