Love, there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday
Torn from its hook, a broken valentine
I see the smoke from a revolver
Will I get hit?
I hardly care
When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love, there are flowers along the avenue
All things perfectly in place
I build a shrine
I set a monument
Because you're fire
Because you're a fire escape
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