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Paper Roses |
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- Marie Osmond |
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I realize the way your eyes deceived me |
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With tender looks that I mistook for love |
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So take away the flowers that you gave me |
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And send the kind that you remind me of. |
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Paper Roses |
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paper Roses |
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Oh how real those roses seem to be |
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But they're only imitation |
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Like your imitation lover for me |
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I thought that you would be a perfect lover her |
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You seemed so full of sweetness at the start |
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But like a big red rose that's made of paper |
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There isn't any sweetness in your heart. |
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Paper Roses |
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paper Roses |
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Oh how real those roses seem to be |
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But they're only imitation |
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Like your imitation lover for me. |
