Counting Crows Lyrics

6. Children In Bloom

Children in bloom cooking in the sun
Waiting for a room of our own 
Leave my sister alone 
She don't deserve this 
She is a flower and I am a flower and
We are all alone 
I gotta get out on my own 
I gotta get up from this waiting at home 
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones 
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home 
All these wasted dreams
Just waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyone 
Bring me some rain 
Because I'm dying and I can't get this damn thing closed again
I gotta get out on my own 
I gotta get up from this waiting at home 
I gotta get out of this sunlight 
It's melting my bones 
I 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 near 
Nicole's my oldest friend 
but the altar is empty and she'll never be a little girl again 
I gotta get out on my own 
I gotta get up from this waiting at home 
I gotta get out of this sunlight 
It's melting my bones 
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home 
I can't find my way home

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