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The Flower Girl
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Thought For Food i'm the flower girl
at the funeral
i'm tossing rice
at a third world wedding
i'm water to wine
chalice to clothes
i'm a beautiful house stopping a wrecking ball
it's useless
to show my face
i'm everything
that you never want to know
sometimes i get in the way
of the path you'd like to take
and sometimes i make mistakes
...i know..
i'm the holding pin
keeping an old doll
the one you've loved to hug
it's a voodoo now
i'm a blessing
put on a curse
i'm a shiny paint job on a passing hearse
it's useless
to show my face
i'm everything
that you never want to know
sometimes i get in the way
of the path you'd like to take
and sometimes i make mistakes
...i know..
it's useless
to show my face
i'm everything
that you never want to know
sometimes i get in the way
of the path you were taking
no one wants to meet the reaper
on vacation from themselves
i'll say hello
a shadow in the dark
a shadow of a doubt
a shallow in your heart
you're too shallow now
can't swim without arms
you're a mannequin
i'm reaching out
to grab your hand
(i'm the flower girl
at the funeral
i'm tossing rice
at a third world wedding)
it's useless
to show my face
i'm everything
that you never want to know
sometimes i get in the way
of the path you'd like to take
and sometimes i make mistakes
...i know..
it's useless
to show my face
i'm everything
that you never want to know
sometimes i get in the way
of the path you were taking
no one wants to meet the reaper
on vacation from themselves
when i feel this way sometimes
i'd almost like to get away from myself
when i feel this way sometimes
i'd almost like to get away from myself, myself..
