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Black rose where are you now |
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White skin as cold as the snow we walked in |
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Your lips like midnight |
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That night we walked for hours |
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And I remember |
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But maybe |
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I'm the only one who still remembers |
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You slipped away |
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Why would you come back to say |
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You've already moved on |
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You slipped away |
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But I've come back to say that you're not really gone |
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My black rose where are you now |
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And yes I've seen your black rose petal fall |
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Fall down to the ground like glass shatters |
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And turning into ashes |
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But I've seen your color and it's like a blood drop |
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And maybe |
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I'm the only one |
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Who still remembers |
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You've slipped away |
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But why would you come back to say |
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You've already moved on |
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You slipped away |
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But I've come back to say that you're not really gone |
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So try to disappear |
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But my mind doesn't slip that easy |
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You can try to disappear |
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But my dear you're still standing here |
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You've slipped away |
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But why would you come back to say |
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You've already moved on |
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You slipped away |
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But I've come back to say that you're not really gone |
