I buried my blood years ago to encourage the vine
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I waited for something to grow and flourish with time
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I counted each hopeful raindrop as it fell to its death
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I dusted the mournful frost and warmed it up with my breath
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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There might be somebody's blood flower growing
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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Don't go fucking around in the garden
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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On the night of the hunter's moon you might notice a quiet dread
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Are your eyes playing tricks on you?
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Yeah, maybe it's in your head
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Every day a little more unsettled, you are starting to understand
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You're sleeping with the lights on, with no one to hold your hand
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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You'd better watch where you're walking, where you're walking
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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There might be somebody's blood flower growing
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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Don't go fucking around in the garden
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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There might be somebody's blood flower growing
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You'd better watch what you're doing
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Don't go fucking around in the garden
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You'd better watch where you're walking
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There might be somebody's blood flower growing
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Blood Flower
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| Tilly And The Wall |
