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• In Bloom - Nirvana
• In Bloom - Echo & The Bunnymen
• In Bloom - Hooverphonic
• In Bloom - Tristan Prettyman
• In Bloom - Dark Lotus
• In Bloom - So They Say
• In Bloom - Four Year Strong
• In Bloom - Fink

Sell kids for food, weather changes moods
Spring is here again, reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say, yeah
We can have some more, Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit, tender age in bloom
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say yeah
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say
He's the one who like all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means, knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say yeah

Think twice
And do it
Stale life
Don't chew it
Cloud lands
Fog reason
Blue skies
Wrong season
So soon
Vanishing haze
Perfume
Of old bouquets
Rice fields
Feet soaking
Minefields
Here's hoping
So soon
Vanishing haze
Perfume
Of dead bouquets
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
Think twice
And do it
Stale life
Don't chew it
Cloud lands
Fog reason
Blue skies
Wrong season
So soon
Vanishing days
Perfume
Of dead bouquets
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom

Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means, he don't know what it means, When I say
We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom
He's the one who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means, he don't know what it means, he don't know what it means, When I say

Our love fell out of winter
Along with the leaves
And bloomed into spring
Taking all of our chances
And all of our dreams
And turned 'em into possibilities
I wanna know
What you're thinking
When you're lying in your bed late at night
Trying to keep so still
My heart is pounding
And it's trying just to keep up with the time
I am not yours
You are not mine
Trees sway, seasons change
And so did my heart
We bend 'til we break
And then we fall apart
You made your point
And I rest my case
My dear, you're just a little bit too late
I wanna know
What you're thinking
When you're lying in your bed late at night
Trying to keep so still
My heart is pounding
And it's trying just to keep up with the time
I am not yours
You are not mine
God gave me patience
God gave me patience
Patience to breath
God give me reasons
To not cry anymore about anything
God give me time
Time to think this through
God give me something
Something to keep my mind
Off missing you
And in the afternoon while the sun gets low
I wish I there was some other direction to drive
Somewhere else to go
But there's always one more thing I have to prove
There's always part of me missing you
So light the day
And invite me to stay
'Cause now I see
I was always on my way
Just a little late
'Cause I cry lot
I cry out of fear
And it'd be nice if
You was all that made up these tears
But its years and years
And in the afternoon while the sun gets low
I wish I there was some direction to drive
Somewhere else to go
But if you never try
You'll never know
Sometimes the best part of goodbye
Is letting go
Oh, but I've been dreaming of clear skies
Oh, I've been dreaming of hometown coastlines
I would fly
So God give me patience
Patience to see
Within the chaos
There's always room to dream

We in bloom, many thoughts rearranging
pollen's everywhere, that's the reason that we're changing
Flourish in the rise of the new times
Taking lives, nobody survives
You got your hatchet, throw it in the sky
Five pedals appear right before your eyes
So don't get attatched to your head on your neck
Cause I'll disconnect, Dark Lotus in effect
Rise out the water for the first worst nightmare
Lotus pedals bloom and take shapes off in the night air
Here we got the wicked to share and didn't nobody care
Til they see the shadow creeping, now they all scared
Gone but not forgotten, in the dark they leave us rotting
With the crosses on our face that's the symbol of the doubt rhyming
Dark Lotus return, the reason is the word
The season for the sheperd is now to lead the herd
This is the returning, everything you tried to bury
In between the patch of roses makes the Lotus rise, Lotus rise
Winds of deadly ages makes the blood drip down the pages
And between the dying roses makes the Lotus rise, Lotus rise
Flourishing underneath the rays of the moon
The winds have changed about the rains that bloom
The five diciples of the Lotus Cross rise up from the swamp seed, weed, and moss
The time has come, our return is evident
Straight outta Hell's hole or Heaven-sent
We in bloom, the haunting of the flower
Throw your DL's high and feel power
Metamorphosise for most change
I survive in the dark with no rain
Chemical imbalance embedded inside of my brain
And all I can think of is how I continue to strain
I'm a descendant to pass on, hoping to latch on
And pollenate anything with a mask on
A black rose is the sign of your death
But the sight of the Lotus brings death to the rest
Lotus rise
Deserts are freezing, so we know that it's time
Lotus rise
The hills are burning, so we know that it's time
Lotus rise
The water's rising, so we know that it's time
Lotus rise
The crops are dying, so we know that it's time
Lotus rise
Coming up through the ground like a corpse
But I'm not a corpse, of course, I'm a Lotus in full bloom
Pedals made up of botics that shoot through the dirt
To regenerate in sunlight and flourish to bring doom
Upon the suspected affection it grows slow
In the depths of stagnant water down below
Somewhere where the lights don't shine at all

[Originally by Nirvana]
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
knows not what it means
and I say yeah
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom yeah
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
and he knows not what it means
When I say yeah
Yeah
He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
don't know what it means
He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and i said yeah
[fading]
He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
And he likes to sing along

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say yeah
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say yeah
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means

Sell the kids for food -- weather changes moods Spring is here again -- reproductive glands
Hey - He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means, when I say:
He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means when I say aahh ...
We can have some more -- nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom
Hey - He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means, when I say:
He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means when I say aahh ...
He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means don't know what it mean's when I say: