Текст песни Forgotten Flowers - John Fullbright
                                                I've 
                                                got 
                                                diamonds 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                backyard 
                                                they 
                                                grow 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                weeds
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                gather 
                                                them 
                                                in 
                                                bundles, 
                                                take 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                they're 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                dear, 
                                                take 
                                                the 
                                                diamonds 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                greed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                don't 
                                                grow 
                                                like 
                                                weeds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glory, 
                                                glory... 
                                                Hallelujah, 
                                                I'm 
                                                lost 
                                                and 
                                                she's 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                lover, 
                                                to 
                                                give 
                                                her 
                                                shelter 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                have 
                                                turned 
                                                brown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                kind 
                                                man, 
                                                to 
                                                warm 
                                                her 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                snow 
                                                finds 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                only 
                                                girl, 
                                                that 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                go 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                some 
                                                thing 
                                                worth 
                                                remembering
 
                                    
                                
                                                Others 
                                                left 
                                                for 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                weather, 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                winds 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                don't 
                                                forget 
                                                me 
                                                while 
                                                your 
                                                leaving,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                borrowed 
                                                from 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                It's 
                                                Sunday, 
                                                early 
                                                evening
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                rise 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                and 
                                                brush 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                hair 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                pillow
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                my 
                                                bed 
                                                where 
                                                she 
                                                would 
                                                lay
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                yard 
                                                forgotten 
                                                flowers 
                                                all 
                                                fading 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                bloom 
                                                in 
                                                other 
                                                lover's 
                                                back 
                                                yards 
                                                someday
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                bloom 
                                                in 
                                                other 
                                                lover's 
                                                back 
                                                yards 
                                                someday
 
                                    
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