Текст песни Wildflowers - Soccer Mommy
Wildflowers
don't
grow
in
the
city
My
heart
turns
gray
and
shriveled
now
I
want
to
be
who
I
wasn't
I
want
to
dance
and
not
feel
the
gloom
A
child
running
for
nothin'
I
watched
you
go,
my
feet
were
glued
I
found
God
on
Sunday
More
than
layin'
next
to
you
My
arms
stretched
out
like
Jesus
Watch
you
tie
me
down
to
the
bed
My
heaven
burns
on
Monday
Not
brokenhearted
but
aching
head
Wildflowers
don't
grow
in
the
city
I
dreamt
the
sidewalk
broke
in
two
The
earth
was
calling
to
me
A
line
stretched
down
Fifth
Avenue
It
came
in
through
my
window
Carry
me
home,
my
cutest
too
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