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Текст (слова) песни: Counting Crows - Children in Bloom
Children in bloom, cooking in the sun
Waiting for a room of our own
Leave my sister alone
She doesnt deserve this
She is a flower and I am a flower
And we are all alone
I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
Its melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home
All these wasted dreams waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyone
Just bring me some rain
Because Im dying and I cant get this damn thing closed again
I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
Its melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home
Wheres the funhouse this year?
The fairgrounds deserted and the skies dont seem as near
Nicoles my oldest friend
Yeah, but the altar is empty and shell never be a little girl again
I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
Its melthing my bones
I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home
I cant find my way home
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