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This ain't a garden Pretty are the flowers How gorgeous the green, green grass She holds her heart He keeps on killing time His eyes don't take Figuring the lies and he ages somehow This ain't a service But dark is the pit Heavy the stones in the dirt They hold chains that keep on falling Places that we shouldn't be Believe me, you could never be me Never be me No one's standing tall Home is the fall As the hall grows small The earth that is filled keeps steady with the ground we walk How much longer a mother keep her faith? Both her hands are filled with more than she gave All the tears falling from her face River flows around her eyes as she waits No one's standing tall And home is the fall As the hall grows small The blood that was spilt, we'll never know all that well From Letras Mania