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I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem |
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You just pretend |
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I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark |
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It's not from your heart |
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If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future |
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If she was a general I'd charge her with treason |
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'Cause a weeping willow is falling with grace |
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Falling with grace |
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I show you the river, you show me the stream |
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You just act the scene |
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But if I gave you nothing you'd show me the door so I give you some more |
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If she was a broker there's no way I'd trust her with my future |
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If she was a general I'd charge her with treason |
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Come brothers to Babylon |
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We'll all go marching on and love for all time |
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Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more |
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So carry your future strong |
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If you don't play along love for all time |
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Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more |
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Oh yeah |
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I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem |
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You just pretend |
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I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark |
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It's not from your heart |
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If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future |
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If she was a general i'd charge her with treason |
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But a weeping willow is rising with grace |
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Rising with grace |
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Rising with grace |
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Oh look at me now |
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Rising with grace |
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Say look at me now |
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Rising with grace |
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Rising with grace |
