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The crimson tide is flowing through your fingers as you sleep |
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The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep. |
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Do you like it rough I ask and are you on to task? |
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The calicoes of pettibon where cultures come to clash |
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[Chorus:] |
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Several of my best friends wear, the colours of the crown |
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And mary wants to fill it up, and sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl |
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The saviour of your light |
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The monarchy of roses |
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The monarchy of roses tonight |
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The cloth between my former queen, her legendary stare |
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The holy tears that I am in, the lovely cross to bear |
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[Chorus:] |
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Several of my best friends know, the secrets of this town |
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And mary wants to raise it up, and sherry wants to spit it all around, girl |
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The sailors of the night |
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The monarchy of roses |
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The monarchy of roses tonight |
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[Chorus:] |
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Several of my best friends wear, the colours of the crown |
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And mary wants to fill it up, and sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl |
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The saviour of your light |
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The monarchy of roses |
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The monarchy of roses |
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Hey yeah |
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We all want the rose you know |
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I said |
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Hey yeah |
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Show us love before you go |
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Say I will, and then I'll say I want to |
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The story of love that I will never taunt you |
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Hey yeah |
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We all want the rose you know |
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I said |
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Hey yeah |
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Show us love before you go |
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Say I will, and then I'll say I want to |
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The story of love that I will always want you |
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Hey |
