The intercom rings, I tell them to come up
It's someone with flowers and I already get excited
I die of pains from the vilest pain
But I run to the elevator to be polite

And to the nameless fan, I explain the flowers are not to be touched
They live for themselves
And for the birds and the wind

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
The murder of the flower

Flowers are flowers alive in a garden
People are good, they are born that way
Flowers are flowers picked without mercy
By someone who loves and doesn't want to be alone

Early in the morning, the blood flows
It was for love
And the good man performs the heroic act

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
The murder of the flower

Early in the morning, the blood flows
It was for love
And the good man performs the heroic act

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
The murder of the flower

It was for love
It was for love, the murder of the flower

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