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Şarkı Sözleri I always thought it fitting The way they chose the next victim With a bouquet of dying flowers And how happy they appeared As they ducked into the smiling hearse But I quite fancied them losing their lifeblood In a hotel room somewhere with a lot of palm trees Because eventually they will see that our weaknesses are all It takes to make the most divine of flowers wither