Perennial Daisies

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[Verse 1]
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perennial daisies are blooming
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millennial days seem to screw me
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all over, it’s a wreck it’s not hell
 but it’s heck
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i don’t know why i feel this bad
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or why it’s coming back
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I’m not immune to winter or 
depression
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you’d think I would interpret the 
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lesson
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I’d bulldoze down the door and get 
myself outside
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i found a helpful number,
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calling them I didn’t try, i wonder 
why

[Chorus]
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I’m good for hours, fine for days, 
but each year it'll sing that
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it’s waiting in the wings
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I won’t die of a dark and lightless 
lifestyle
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anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
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how many roses can I hold in a hand,
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can I grow with a seasonal therapy 
lamp?

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[Verse 2]
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I love the advertisements for these
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I set out on assignment to see
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what treatment’s best for me and all
 I want to be
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is stock photography
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sad lamps and blonde ladies
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she’s lit up lovingly
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i hope it gets her better again
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i hope she calls her friends and the
 scene is like the end
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of ads for happy meds in which
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she’s dancing and she's better in 
the head

[Chorus]
Gb
I’m good for hours, fine for days, 
but each year it'll sing that
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it’s waiting in the wings
Gb      N.C
I won’t die of a dark and lightless 
lifestyle
Gb      N.C
anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
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how many roses can I hold in a hand,
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can I grow with a seasonal therapy 
lamp?

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[Verse 3]
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Chrysanthemums pop out of my head,
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a dandelion patch in my bed, I
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think I’ve been dead a week or maybe
 two, or fifty three
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and so I died a bit again
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and I think felt better then
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until the sky got dyed again.
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it’s baby blue, cerulean.
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i don't need help, I say i’ve cured 
myself today
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just wait another year
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I’ll probably be back here. Just 
wait another

[Chorus]
Gb
I’m good for hours, fine for days, 
but each year it'll sing that
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it’s waiting in the wings
Gb      N.C
I won’t die of a dark and lightless 
lifestyle
Gb      N.C
anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
Db        Eb
how many roses can I hold in a hand,
      Ab
can I grow with a seasonal therapy 
lamp?