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I’m up on her room
There’s nothing living here
All the windows closed
I can’t breath this air
She doesn’t sleep at night
She listens to the rain
I’m a drowning man
In her sea of pain
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice
There’s tears in her eyes
As she walks down the street
As she goes to a place
Where young lovers meet
And she sits for a while
Feeling empty and small
And she thinks once again
What’s the point of it all
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice
Back in her room
She closes the door
She’s sick of her life
She can’t take face it anymore
And I don’t understand
What I’m doing up here
Locked in her world
Of sickness and fear
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice
Dead flowers for Alice

Phil Shoenfelt – Dead Flowers For Alice

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