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Written by bob welch. |
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Don't let waters of caution remove you |
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Don't let the fire of saints compel you |
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Don't let the lack of their spirit blind your life |
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Cause soon it's all over, you're gonna come through alive |
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Well i've been all over the world five times or more |
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And i've seen the future burn blue before my eyes |
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And all through the dust and the green magnesium fire |
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Don't let the violence blind you, you're gonna come through alive |
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And the roses that are offing |
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They are real as evening wind |
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They are washed by love and suffering |
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Cause my love has colored them |
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Colored them |
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Oooooh oooohh-nothing but roses |
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Don't dam the river that's running through you |
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Stop saving up for time that may never become |
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I've seen the future come true in twenty days |
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But don't let is scare you, stop thinking about yesterday |
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I've had my share of blue revelations |
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And i know that time is a region to be passed |
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So all through the dust and green magnesium fire |
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I can rest easy now, and watch the carnival rolling by |
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Cause a rose that will be growing |
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In the place where i have hidden |
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It is washed by love and suffering |
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That my love has colored in |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the rooooooooses |
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Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the rooooooooses |
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Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the rooooooooses |
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Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the roses grow |
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Look where the rooooooooses |
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Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh |
