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Rose K.

	作曲 : Creagor
	She doesn't know the man
	Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand
	She just looks out to sea
	He's talkin' endlessly
	Oh, why won't he shut up?
	I take my medicine and
	I crush the paper cup
	Oh, maybe he's my son
	And he's coming to set me free
	She knows that she forgot
	That there's a story and she can't recall the plot
	Of course her family fought
	Over the furniture
	Oh, I don't know why they
	Have taken all my favorite things away?
	But one thing that's for sure
	I don't know what they were
	They say a stone is a marker
	And that it has weight
	They say it's solid
	But it can deteriorate
	The air is like a hand
	Reminding her of all the things she's planned
	Like air that thought is gone
	Never to come again
	We came out to the beach
	To find the mind
	I've lost and cannot reach
	I used to keep it here
	It was much cleaner then
	They say a rose is a flower
	And that it is red
	It blooms, it grows, it wilts
	And then it is dead
	They say a stone is a marker
	And that it has weight
	They say it's solid
	But it can deteriorate
	They say a rose is a flower
	And that it is red
	It blooms, it grows, it wilts
	And then it is dead
	Oh, Rose Kennedy

	zuò qǔ : Creagor
	She doesn' t know the man
	Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand
	She just looks out to sea
	He' s talkin' endlessly
	Oh, why won' t he shut up?
	I take my medicine and
	I crush the paper cup
	Oh, maybe he' s my son
	And he' s coming to set me free
	She knows that she forgot
	That there' s a story and she can' t recall the plot
	Of course her family fought
	Over the furniture
	Oh, I don' t know why they
	Have taken all my favorite things away?
	But one thing that' s for sure
	I don' t know what they were
	They say a stone is a marker
	And that it has weight
	They say it' s solid
	But it can deteriorate
	The air is like a hand
	Reminding her of all the things she' s planned
	Like air that thought is gone
	Never to come again
	We came out to the beach
	To find the mind
	I' ve lost and cannot reach
	I used to keep it here
	It was much cleaner then
	They say a rose is a flower
	And that it is red
	It blooms, it grows, it wilts
	And then it is dead
	They say a stone is a marker
	And that it has weight
	They say it' s solid
	But it can deteriorate
	They say a rose is a flower
	And that it is red
	It blooms, it grows, it wilts
	And then it is dead
	Oh, Rose Kennedy