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• Artiste: Nicole Dollanganger
• Titre: Whispering Glades
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When you're dead and buried With a smile painted on your face Your eulogy, like poetry Flowers overwhelming the wake Where I'm sure as in your life there will be Beautiful women there in your death Crying out, they swear they will love you until Their very own last dying breath 'Cause you just have this way of charming those Who catch your eye like shiny things With a face made for daytime TV shows You're a nightmare disguised as a good dream When she wants a garden, you give her a rose Just the taste of something you could give her, but you won't When she wants a garden, you give her a rose And you know it But you just have your ways, what with all of those Grotesque displays of love you show Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know And recite back to them as if they were your own I feel sorry for them because how could they know? 'Til they've died by your hands, 'til they've felt the cold Cut off your sharp tongue, with your delusions of grandeur Yeah, you give nothing and think it too much And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose And I'll bet you have to hide your grin As you watch it die in your arms When she wants a garden, you give her a rose And you know it When you've dearly departed There will be all those broken-hearted But I'll have a smile painted on my face There's a spot in the grass Waiting for you at Whispering Glades And Hollywood suits you, darling, I think You should stay