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What's come to stay from the Cannonball days |
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But a house and some clothes on the line. |
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Fired away your drunken brigade |
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In the streets of New York as a child. |
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Woman so fine, fine as a girl |
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Slow like an Italian wine. |
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Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf |
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But all of your roses have died. |
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Better luck in the next life |
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Cuz you're gonna need it dear. |
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Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when |
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Cuz all of your roses have died |
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All of your roses have died. |
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I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips |
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Danced in apartment named Nine. |
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Cats on the sill and my head to your breast |
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Beating your rhythms divine. |
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West Jersey Queen with a rattled machine |
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Tasted the salt through your skin. |
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Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when |
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Cuz all of your roses have died. |
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Better luck in the next life |
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Go give em some hell and goodbye |
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Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when |
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Cuz all of your roses have died |
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All of your roses have died. |
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Basked in the heat down on Christopher street, |
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Bought you a rose from a bum |
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Left you a note, had it stuffed in your coat |
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You laughed and said it was dumb. |
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Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him |
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I'm sure that he treats you just fine. |
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So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears |
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All of your roses have died. |
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Better luck in the next life |
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I'll miss you, but go on, goodbye. |
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I feel like a stray from these cannonball days |
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When all of your roses were mine. |
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All of your roses were mine |
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All of your roses........were mine |
