The Flowers of London

Lyrics

And so they came
With tales of shame
I found a clue
We know about you
And all the children

Out of luck, down and out
And you think you’re devout
So you make me a slave
And you cash all I gave
And you talk like an angel

And yet they came
With swords aflame
No time to run
When the day is done
It’s killing me

Out of luck, down and out
And you think you’re devout
So you make me a slave
And you cash all I gave
And you walk like an angel

Don’t blame the sun
Don’t blame the friends you’re keeping
We’re on the run
Now that the world is weeping

Don’t blame the sun
Don’t blame the friends you’re keeping
We’re on the run
Now that the world is weeping

Don’t blame it on love
Don’t blame the air you’re breathing
We are but one
Now that the world is weeping

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