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Dead Man S Bones Flowers Grow Out Of My Grave

about you, (oh oh oh!) When I think about you, (oh oh!) When I think about you, flowers grow out of my grave, grave grave! Grave, grave, grave! Flowers grow out of my grave

was a planet engulfed by the sea No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree No rock jutted out from the endless horizon Or flowers to mark out the changing