Intro:  D5 - E5 - G5 - D5       D5 - E5 - G5 - D5 
  
      D5                E5            G5                D5 
1.   She dreams of the country, her eyes go far away, 
    D5          E5               - G5              D5 
    she wishes for flowers, he says,     "Perhaps in May." 
      D5              E5             G5              D5 
    The city always was gray, the reflections of his eyes, 
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    and she knows he liked it that way, and that way he shall die, well. 
  
 
     D5             G5      - D5                              G5 
    She's always known,       that there was something more. 
      D5                                    G5 
    There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct, 
         D5                       G5 
     it tells her that there's something more. 
     A5                                   G5 
    This living shouldn't be called living, 
                       D5 
    'cause it's really only half a life. 
   A5                                       G5 
   She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -   
    - - -   D5 - A5 - G5          A5        D5     - A5 - G5           
    and she will survive,          she will survive. 
  
 
      D5              E5              - G5               D5 
2.   She's a rare breed with violet eyes     and leafy limbs, 
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    in conversations she looks for cracks to dig her roots deep in. 
           D5               E5                 G5                    D5 
    And her ways come up like daisies, she pushes her head to the sun. 
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    She says "I am content here to grow, 
             G5                             D5 
     despite the steel frost that consumes everyone." 
  
+ Chorus 
  
 
        D5                             E5                
3.    In the end these steel cages will consume us, 
         G5                               D5 
    and like coffins ignorance will take us in and 
      D5               E5                          G5                     D5 
    fashion don't mean anything , 'cause fashion cannot be our friends. 
     D5         E5                             G5                         D5 
    And when all else fades away, and the city falls into its sleep, 
     D5                  E5                                         G5 
    we'll still have flesh, blood, bones and our soul to deal with, 
                     D5 
    so we should dig our roots deep. 
     
 
        D5      G5      - D5                                G5 
     Always known,   that there was something more. 
          D5                                   G5 
    There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct, 
         D5                        G5 
     it tells her that there's something more. 
          A5                             G5 
    This living shouldn't be called living, 
              D5 
    'cause it's really only half a life. 
      A5                                       G5 
   She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -   
    - - - -  D5 - A5 - G5          A5        D5 - A5 - G5           
    and we will survive,           we will survive. 
         A5        D5 - A5 - G5 - D5                    
  And we will survive,