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Feb. 21st, 2006
If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? All posts will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ- or don't. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
Automatic Flowers by Our Lady Peace
And Sara thinks she's died here once before
She's crazy
A pop-up book of flowers from grade 4
Are driving her insane
No one knows why
She's sad tonight
No one can help her find
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
Another brick
Another window frames the confusion
Her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight
She's drinking herself blind
No one knows why
She's sad tonight
No one can help her find
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
She never admitted
She never considered this
She always means better
She's wasting all her time
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
And Sara thinks she's died here once before
She's crazy
A pop-up book of flowers from grade 4
Are driving her insane
No one knows why
She's sad tonight
No one can help her find
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
Another brick
Another window frames the confusion
Her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight
She's drinking herself blind
No one knows why
She's sad tonight
No one can help her find
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
She never admitted
She never considered this
She always means better
She's wasting all her time
Crying, crying, she couldn't afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won't do
