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In Flames December Flower

lie rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December

rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December

rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December

lie rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December

I?ll treasure inside Snows of December and flowers of April are one with my soul Warmth of a fire that burns deep within, tongues of flame leaping high

but her ?? was so fly enough to make a grown man cry she had style, a smile that could light up a room a flower that can bloom in December or June the

low, people gossip Singe than a motherfucka, you ain't sleep with my chick Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd Same phenominal flow that got the game noise Still got the flama

better Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar 26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame

home before seven a.m. And she looked by the window, she managed to cry But you never felt blame for the death of her husband Who died in a flame by