الكلمات الأصلية
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I picked three flowers from your grave
They taste like velvet after days
Building your sights of new embrace
And then I fall hard on the ground
And then my shin gets faster
And then I cry for you
And then I cry for you
And then I cry for you
I trimmed the roses that you gave
They smell like heart delayed by time
You closed the doors not once but burnt ash
And then I realize you’re no more
It makes my bones grow lonely
And then I cry for you
And then I cry for you
And then I cry for you
