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There you go, calling me a n'er do well |
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And saying I can go to hell |
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At any time I want |
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There you go, calling me a summer cloud |
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As cheerful as a funeral shroud |
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Now wrapped around your love |
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But everybody knows |
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That what my lover sows |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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There you go, building love on shifting sand |
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And saying it just fell from my hand |
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And broke before my eyes |
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There you go, crying under summer sky |
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And saying the sun don't go as high |
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As it did once before |
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Cause everybody knows |
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That what my lover sows |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Everybody knows |
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That what my lover sows |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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She kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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She kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
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Kills the roses (Kills the roses) |
