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Flowers

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox; Stella Katherine Cole
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We were good, we were gold Kinda dream that can't be sold We were right 'til we weren't Built a home and watched it burn I didn't wanna leave you I didn't wanna fight Started to cry, but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours Say things you don't understand I can take myself dancing And I can hold my own hand I can love me better than you can I can love me better Mm mm Paint my nails cherry red Match the roses that you left No remorse, no regret I forgive every word that you said I didn't wanna leave you I didn't wanna fight Started to cry, but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours Say things you don't understand I can take myself dancing I can hold my own hand I can love me better than you can You can You can I didn't wanna leave you I didn't wanna fight Started to cry, then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand Talk to myself for hours Say things you don't understand I can take myself dancing I can hold my own hand I can love me better than I can love me better than I can love me better than you can