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Annie laid her head down in the roses. |
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She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair. |
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I don't know, maybe it was the roses, |
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All i know i could not leave her there. |
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I don't know, it must have been the roses, |
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The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair. |
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I don't know, maybe it was the roses, |
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All i know i could not leave her there. |
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Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea, |
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Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company, |
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If i tell another what your own lips told to me, |
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Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see. |
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I don't know, it must have been the roses, |
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The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair. |
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I don't know, maybe it was the roses, |
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All i know i could not leave her there. |
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One pane of glass in the window, |
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No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door, |
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Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore, |
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And it's strange how no one comes round any more. |
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I don't know, it must have been the roses, |
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The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair. |
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I don't know, maybe it was the roses, |
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All i know i could not leave her there. |
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Annie laid her head down in the roses. |
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She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair. |
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I don't know, maybe it was the roses, |
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All i know i could not leave her there. |
