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Sheila Nicholls
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I bought six sunflowers at Sunday's farmers market The one near Selma and Vine Took them all home put them into a big green vase And they were pretty I was proud they were mine
They brought fire into my house for six or so days And soon some were droopy I thought Hmm, time pays But one just kept on burning Like she was looking me in the eye Saying fuck you bitch I'm gonna live without the soil the sun the sky
Even though I have no roots and I'm dismembered and on display I will burn You'll drink my life blood til consumption is passe I will burn for all my sisters and for my brothers too And all the flowers long forgotten Yeah I will burn for you
Well I just looked into her face Seeing her triumph her struggle and our race And I saw my comfort then And the numbness and self pity it brings
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh, like that's some kind of excuse Like I can cut myself off Another self-indulgent illusion to hide my violence and to hide our violence Well we all cut this flower down Be she in yourself in a field in a sweatshop or in a small Zapatista town Yeah we all
When will war be over When will war be over When will war be another cliche Just like peace is packaged today Oh when will war be over
Well we all cut this flower down Yeah we all cut this flower down Be she in yourself in a field in a sweatshop or in a small Zapatista town Yeah we all
I just looked into her face Seeing her triumph her struggle and our race And I saw my comforts then And the numbness and self pity they bring
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