A petal falls from a dying rose,
into the wind it blows through fate,
while down below the ground that grows,

another rose that can hardly wait
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mmmhhhhmmhmhm
you know my uncle finnly died of a heart attack

bursting with pride he was way overweight
there was hardly anybody at the funeral
besides the ones that though they might divide the estate

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the preacher couldn't tell us everything that he did
but he said every kind thing that he could

mostly focusing on long ago
when he was just a boy
and his intentions had all been so good

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A petal falls from a dying rose,
into the wind it blows through fate,

while down below the ground that grows,
another rose that can hardly wait
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my mother said when he was younger he was

skinnier and kinder and funnier and humble as a white pig and thin
as he got older he got fatter,
left his wife for somthing younger

sarting showing up half drunk
and makin less and less sense,
less and less sense

Aw!
*music + whistling*
A petal falls from a dying rose,

into wind it blows through fate,
while down below the ground that always grows,
another rose that can hardly wait

My uncle sam finnaly died of a heart attack
Bursting with pride way overweight
so through the eye of the needle on the camel's back

The american dream hits the early gate
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gettin used to it!