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The poisoned rose |
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That you gave to me |
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Has left me half alive |
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And half in ecstasy |
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But if just half your love |
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Is all I can win |
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Give me just a fraction |
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And no more medicine |
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The poisoned rose |
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On a Valentines card |
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That you take straight to your heart |
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That you call my junkyard |
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But if all |
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I can doIs save pieces of you |
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The piece of your mind |
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The piece of your heart |
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Didn't tear me apart |
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Like the poisoned rose |
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That I received from you |
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Now I don't know how we came to grow |
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Into this very sad affair |
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But every time we try to do the decent thing |
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Somebody spikes the drinks |
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And a single becomes a pair |
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The poisoned rose |
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You wear at your best |
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That I keep pressed between the white sheets |
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Where you lie half undressed |
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I threw away my shirt and shoes |
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You looked and |
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I dived in |
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It's just you and me now, darling |
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And do you know why?' |
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Cause I threw away the gin |
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I talked to the garbage men |
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And they took away your alibis |
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And all your worn-out clothes |
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I even threw myself down on the ground |
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But I couldn't bring myself |
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To throw away the rose |
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This poisoned rose |
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This poisoned rose |
