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Who Wants Flowers When You're Dead? Nobody

Bring Me The Horizon

This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For - EP


This cherry sunset withers
Our words, as frail as paper
A dawn I thought we'd never see
Alone, on this silent beach
There is nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself

The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out

There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself
And I think we're all about to fucking die

The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out, and corpses fill these sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards
Kneeling down on what's left, sacrificed upon doom's day
Oh, if we could take it back and see one last twilight

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
It will last longer

Our hands in prayer formation
Our elbows on the bed
One last try for Heaven
Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?
You're dead
When you're dead

Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry

Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry

Cherry
A cherry sunset

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