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FliesI'm staring at the wallYour flavor on my lips I'm watching and I'm counting All you left me with Flies... I held your picture in the fan I spilled your drink and your perfume I share my love with those who join me In this somber empty room Flies... I pressed the pillow on your face You didn't want my sympathy You kept your love for those who join you Seven feet beneath the trees Flies... |