If you are going to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"
I wore a flower,
I thought the fragrance will bring you to me
But the night withered,
As the last petal fell,
As skeletons walked about,
As smiles poured into shinny glass,
Overflowed with a shameful grace.
As laughter rose from hollow hallways,
Of applause unabashed,
In celebration
Of you and me,
Never together.
I wore a flower,
In San Francisco.
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"
I wore a flower,
I thought the fragrance will bring you to me
But the night withered,
As the last petal fell,
As skeletons walked about,
As smiles poured into shinny glass,
Overflowed with a shameful grace.
As laughter rose from hollow hallways,
Of applause unabashed,
In celebration
Of you and me,
Never together.
I wore a flower,
In San Francisco.
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