(Dolly Parton - Louis Owens) Their thoughts're all mingled their dreams all confused Their minds and their bodies how they abuse Searching for answers that doesn't grow there Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower. Their plans their desires and all of their hopes Wither and die as they go up in smoke Sharp as a needle and filled with despair Such is the curse of the wild weed flower. From a moment of joy to a lifetime of sorrow For one day of pleasure they trade their tomorrows Lost in a garden where bulbs all grow With blossoms of heartaches and petals of woe. Eyes full of emptiness just stand and stare Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower. Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower. Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower...
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