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The roses in the window box |
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Have tilted to one side |
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Everything about this house |
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Is gonna grow and die |
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Oh it doesn't seem a year ago to this very day |
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You said I'm sorry honey |
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If I don't change the pace |
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I can't face another day |
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And love lies bleeding in my hand |
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Oh it kills me to think of you with another man |
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I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan |
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But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band |
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Love lies bleeding in my hands |
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I wonder if those changes |
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Have left a scar on you |
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Like all the burning hoops of fire |
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That you and I passed through |
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You're a bluebird on a telegraph line |
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I hope you're happy now |
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While if the wind of change comes down your way girl |
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You'll make it back somehow |
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And love lies bleeding in my hand |
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Oh it kills me to think of you with another man |
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I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan |
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But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band |
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Love lies bleeding in my hands |
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And love lies bleeding in my hand |
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Oh it kills me to think of you with another man |
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I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan |
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But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band |
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Love lies bleeding in my hands |
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Oooooh oooh |
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Oooooh |
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Oh oh oh oh ooh |
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Love lies bleeding in my hands |
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Oooh |
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Oooh ooh |