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Today I saw the roses die, |
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The ones that we picked out. |
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And I turned around to cry, |
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I could not help myself. |
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I know where the roses go |
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Who do what they should do, |
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go |
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If you can't be true. |
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Today I saw the roses die, |
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The ones that we picked out. |
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As I stood there I could see |
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I could not help them now. |
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I know where the roses go |
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Who do what they should do, |
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go |
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If you can't be true. |
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Don't you want to walk where the flowers play |
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Beneath the sky of gold, |
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Where the little white doves fly by the hour |
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Singing our love will never grow cold ? |
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Oh, today I saw the roses die, |
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The ones that we picked out. |
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And I hoped that you could tell |
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What it was all about. |
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I know where the roses go |
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Who do what they should do, |
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go |
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If you can't be true. |
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You won't go there |
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If you can't be true. |
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You can't go there |
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If you can't be true. |
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You won't go there |
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If you can't be true ... |
