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I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray |
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Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them while |
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You packed |
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Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink |
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But at least you thought you wanted it, that's so much more than i can say |
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For me |
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What a good year for the roses |
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Many blooms still linger there |
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The lawn could stand another mowin' |
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Funny i don't even care |
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As you turn to walk away |
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As the door behind you closes |
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The only thing i have to say |
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It's been a good year for the roses |
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After three full years of marriage, it's the first time that you haven't |
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Made the bed |
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I guess the reason we're not talkin', there's so little left to say we |
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Haven't said |
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While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind, i find i haven't said a word |
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>from the bedroom the familiar sound of a baby's cryin' goes unheard |
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What a good year for the roses |
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Many blooms still linger there |
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The lawn could stand another mowin' |
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Funny i don't even care |
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As you turn to walk away |
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As the door behind you closes |
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The only thing i have to say |
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It's been a good year for the roses |
