| Life is a gift like fresh cut roses
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| Cut from the branch and brought inside
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| It’s a slow contradiction, it’s beauty in a vase
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| When our cords are cut that’s when we start to die
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| Lately death and life get so confusing
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| I can’t tell the difference here tonight
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| But lately every breath feels like I’m kissing death
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| And when time is dead I cease to be alive
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| If you hide yourself deep inside, deep inside
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| In time you’ve got nothing left to hide, there’s nothing left inside
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| Tonight honey I’m gonna break your heart
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| Mine was broken from the start, broken from the start
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| Choice is the only thing we’re given
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| For one to live another dies
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| One road says hello, the other says goodbye
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| And the rose that you don’t choose begin to die
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| If you hide yourself deep inside, deep inside
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| In time you’ve got nothing left to hide, it dries up inside
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| Tonight honey I’m gonna break your heart
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| Mine was broken from the start, broken from the start
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| Broken from the start, broken from the start
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| They won’t pay a cent to hear you laughing
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| They might pay a little to hear you cry
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| If you do it long enough they might even pay attention
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| But they still won’t pay respect until you die, die
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| If you hide yourself deep inside, deep inside
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| In time you’ve got nothing left to hide, it’s all dead inside
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| Tonight honey I’m gonna break your heart
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| Mine was broken from the start, broken from the start |