[ti:Flowers For My Brain]
[ar:Dear And The Headlights]
[al:Drunk Like Bible Times]
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[00:-04.00]Dear And The Headlights - Flowers For My Brain
[00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:00.57]We're just whistling past the graveyard
[00:08.90]Laughing in backseats and restaurants
[00:16.55]Don't know ourselves well but so what
[00:22.28]We know each other
[00:26.11]Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
[00:30.14]Trying to straighten out my spine
[00:33.36]It's been folding in the moments that I need it
[00:36.19]I'm obsessing over finish lines
[00:39.61]Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
[00:42.98]Said I remind you of a joke
[00:45.71]I think you might actually me on to something
[00:48.88]There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously
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[01:23.36]We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
[01:33.10]But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
[01:40.00]And I still pull my hands past your ribcage
[01:46.63]Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
[01:56.06]For as long as you'd like
[02:02.28]And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed
[02:09.12]Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
[02:20.63]Glowing in radiant madness
[02:28.04]Certain of all we're become
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[02:57.51]Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
[03:03.59]Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
[03:10.05]Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
[03:16.20]Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout
[03:22.75]Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
[03:29.30]Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
[03:35.85]Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
[03:42.35]Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout
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