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Buy me a rose,
Frozen in the grocery store refrigerator,
My love is on sale for $4.99!
That is all, and nothing greater.
People fight to get them,
underpaid for all their pain,
And nobody thinks of this slave life
forgotten and in vein.
Farmers cut by thorns,
bleeding for our emotion,
This how you show me love?
Is this how you show devotion?
The rose is forgotten,
the colour of passion gone,
Leaving nothing more than death and thorns,
to cut your fingers on.
In a few weeks,
The red petals fade to brown,
The rose is thrown away,
to be with garbage in the ground.
But a dandelion,
Yes, a dandelion
A bright and colourful weed,
Dances in the sunlight,
Never hurting those in need.
When it is cut down,
It will grow back,
And when it finally dies,
Make a wish, and blow its seeds to the wind.
And watch your dreams fly.
A dandelion is free,
A flower that is strong,
And we should all agree,
It's where true passion should belong.
Frozen in the grocery store refrigerator,
My love is on sale for $4.99!
That is all, and nothing greater.
People fight to get them,
underpaid for all their pain,
And nobody thinks of this slave life
forgotten and in vein.
Farmers cut by thorns,
bleeding for our emotion,
This how you show me love?
Is this how you show devotion?
The rose is forgotten,
the colour of passion gone,
Leaving nothing more than death and thorns,
to cut your fingers on.
In a few weeks,
The red petals fade to brown,
The rose is thrown away,
to be with garbage in the ground.
But a dandelion,
Yes, a dandelion
A bright and colourful weed,
Dances in the sunlight,
Never hurting those in need.
When it is cut down,
It will grow back,
And when it finally dies,
Make a wish, and blow its seeds to the wind.
And watch your dreams fly.
A dandelion is free,
A flower that is strong,
And we should all agree,
It's where true passion should belong.