I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower
Oh, you,
Oh, me,
I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower
I see decay, in the coming days.
I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
just because I stepped on a rake once,
trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower
Oh, you,
Oh, me.
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