Текст песни
Seven
flowers
on
the
hour
cry
We
are
burning
for
the
sons
Of
the
one
who
makes
us
sing
To
reveal
themselves
as
string
We
just
got
out
of
jail
today
And
we
all
are
here
to
say
All
are
speaking
for
the
bend
Airplane
papers
in
your
hand
Through
the
fire
and
the
paper
boat
Never
ever
all
alone
One
piece
of
the
broken
bone
How
the
great
bell
overthrown
Thorn
hills
kingdom
come
Call
for
queen's
poem
Out
on
a
limb
There
is
the
children
Opposite
of
door
mat
So
tip
your
hat
And
wait
on
that
And
that
is
that
Out
on
a
limb
There
is
the
children
Opposite
of
door
mat
So
tip
your
hat
And
wait
on
that
And
that
is
that
The
last
kick
in
the
teeth
Is
the
first
of
the
blocks
Set
to
sound
come
along
And
voice
speak
double
mind
Me
off
of
myself
Dust
the
eyes
of
my
heart
That's
on
the
shelf
We
hop
on
pin
thunders
Tall
pitfalls
and
black
holes
surround
But
thanksgiving
knows
our
sound
It's
the
shakes
of
the
last
cow
Seven
flowers
on
the
hour
cry
Doesn't
seem
to
be
the
key
Join
into
the
family
Singing
gotta
save
the
sea
They
call
me
chief
They
call
me
home
You
call
me
son
So
I
am
son
We
live
into
the
Song
seed
of
sea
Kingdom
squeaky
clean
Resting
squeaky
clean
Join
into
the
ship
When
your
mother's
right
You
call
me
child
So
I
am
child
Out
on
a
limb
There
is
the
children
Opposite
of
door
mat
So
tip
your
hat
And
wait
on
that
And
that
is
that
Out
on
a
limb
There
is
the
children
Opposite
of
door
mat
So
tip
your
hat
And
wait
on
that
And
that
is
that
The
last
kick
in
the
teeth
Is
the
first
of
the
blocks
Set
to
sound
come
along
And
voice
speak
double
mind
Me
off
of
myself
Dust
the
eyes
of
my
heart
That's
on
the
shelf
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