You moved out of home
To gain some independance
To grow yourself a garden
To find yourself some friends
To plant yourself a sunflower
And soon it's gonna bloom
And it's your's
And it's mine
Now it's ours
You can feel the wind
As he whispers weather hanging
You walk up to the church
There's pillows on the floor
And reverb in the structure
That could crumble any day
And this place you've grown to love
Is nothing like the place you once called home
We put everything
Into a vase that smashed to pieces
Now we're hostile for our age
It's like we'll never love again
And this will be our year
To erase the ugly memories of the past

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