Counting Crows "Children in Bloom" lyrics

Children in Bloom

Children in bloom cooking in the sunwaiting for a room of our ownleave my sister aloneshe don’t deserve thisshe is a flower and i am a flower andwe are all alone

I gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIt’s melting my bonesI gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

All these wasted dreamswaiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyonebring me some rainbecause I’m dying and I can’t get this damn thing closed again

I gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIt’s melting my bonesI gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

Where’s the funhouse this year?the fairground’s deserted and the skies don’t seem as nearNicole’s my oldest friendbut the altar is empty and she’ll never be a little girl again

I gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIt’s melting my bonesI gotta get up from this slumber and get myself homeI can’t find my way home

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