Our Lady Peace

And Sara thinks she's died here once before 
She's crazy 
A pop-up book of flowers 
From grade 4 
Are driving her insane 
No-one knows why 
She's sad tonight 
No-one can help her find 
Crying, she couldn't afford 
The view 
Crying, these automatic flowers won't 
Do 
Another brick 
Another window frames the confusion 
Her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight 
She's drinking herself blind. 

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