Little girls come out to play In a garden full of black flowers today For their hope has run away So they chase it through those black flowers again Little lies we tell ourselves are killing time we do not have Will we look around and then suddenly just open our eyes When the veil is torn and the sun is gone will we realize Realize, realize, realize our mistake If the world is dark and grey Will the children of our future be ok? Should little girls come out to play In a garden full of black flowers Will we look around and then suddenly just open our eyes When the veil is torn and the sun is gone will we realize Realize, realize, realize our mistake There's no garden, there's no garden There's no garden laced with flowers of white There's no garden, there's no garden Laced with flowers of white There's black flowers now, it's too late Little lies we tell ourselves are killing time we do not have
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