Flies Songtext
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I'm staring at the wall
your flavor on my lips
I'm watching and I'm counting
all you left me with
flies
I held your picture in the fan
I spilled your drink and your perfume
I share my love with those who join me
flies
I pressed the pillow on your face
You didn't want my sympathy
you kept your love for those who join you
seven feet beneath the trees
flies
In this somber empty room
your flavor on my lips
I'm watching and I'm counting
all you left me with
flies
I held your picture in the fan
I spilled your drink and your perfume
I share my love with those who join me
flies
I pressed the pillow on your face
You didn't want my sympathy
you kept your love for those who join you
seven feet beneath the trees
flies
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