boywithguitar-daisies

The daisies don't lie, they don't perk in the night
It's a face of disguise when you can't place what's in her eyes
Don't run from the guns and go to war of famine and galore

They follow the streams, and holding hands through the cold
Mathematicians can't help but count up the death toll
Then spring comes around, the saving hour, cus death was getting close

For the hearts of boys and girls, she'd always tell a lie
She took it as her duty in life, to spare their porcelain minds

Boots, taken off, at the door of the house
Cus mama doesn't want to dirty up the grout
Ice tea, lemonade, and river shade
Playing my guitar

A hundred degrees, the sweat I'd give for a breeze
Found refuge under a tree, dreamt I was floatin' in the sea
A dull paradise don't trump the fate
She promised we'd escape

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