Intro: A
verse 1
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Oh, no!
F#m
There goes, there goes my head
A E A
There goes my head
A
Throw ten on in, in the swear jar
A
In the swear jar
A F#m
Outside storms cry, inside now
D A
Not much better, stormy weather
A
I am writing a song book on a mountain
verse 2
E D
In the garden where we built a home
A
Black flowers
E D
In the stories, the lies that they wrote
A
Escape me
E D
And the winged horses that we once rode
A
Have stopped breathing
E D
In the garden where we built a home
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Black flowers
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One, two, three, four
Instrumental Break
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verse 3
D A
In the garden where we built a home
D A
And the stories, the lies that they wrote
D A
And the winged horses that we once rode
D A
Are all strung out and spun out y'know
D A
In the garden where built a home
D A
And the roads that we built all corrode
D A
In the garden where we built a home
D A
Once a river, a sea now a mote
verse 4
D A
And the black flowers grow all around
D A
And the angels who died in our sound
D A
Now nothing will come of this now
D A
For nothing can grow from the ground
Verse 5
D A
And no one we know now will save us
D A
Like no one we know would try
D A
Like everything once is now over
D A
Just as everything once has died
D A
In the garden where we built a home
D A
And all those we kept in tow
D A
The weeper with his tiny piano
D A
The willow with her singing saw
D A
The jeweler with her cast iron hammer
D A
Oh, the ivy, the crows, and the law
D A
In the garden where we built a home
D A
All's dark inside the tower
D A
In the garden where we built a home
D A
Black flowers
Outro
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Black flowers
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Black flowers
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Black flowers
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Black flowers
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Black flowers
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Black flowers
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Black flowers