How beautiful you’ve made yourself
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How cruel you’ve become,
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How so much like another
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That it’s no surprise
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That I don’t recognize you now so
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Beautiful and cruel
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You’re the meanest flower…
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You raise me off the ground
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To see how far there is to fall,
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As if I don’t remember
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How we passed the time,
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As if I don’t remember how
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Your face fell into mine
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Oh, you’re the meanest flower…
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Notice how I vanish
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And your world remains,
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You show your head above it
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For spite, nothing more,
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Like you thought just living
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Was somehow its own reward
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You’re the meanest flower…
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Mean Flower
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| Joe Henry |
