| Guess I fell asleep in my car again
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| It's 6am and I’m gripping on a cigarette
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| I forget, let's blame it on that glass of red
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| Now fill me in, were you into him or just upset?
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| I tell myself to walk away
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| And battle with my self-restraint
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| You shift your head and meet my gaze
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| And make my blood course through my veins
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| My head's a mess, when you’re in it
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| Is this fair?
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| I feel that we're close to the end
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| With one foot hanging from the edge
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| We roll over and play pretend
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| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
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| (Know when they're dead)
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| Roses don't know when they're dead
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| (Know when they’re dead)
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| Roses don’t know when they're dead
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| Then you looked me in the eye
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| Said I’ll never be the guy
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| Who can hold a 9 to 5 and I'll never make the time
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| As usual, we fight
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| Now we're taking off your tights
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| Guess we'll blame it on that glass of red
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| I tell myself to walk away
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| And battle with my self-restraint
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| You shift your head and meet my gaze
|
| And make my blood course through my veins
|
| Is this fair?
|
| I feel that we’re close to the end
|
| With one foot hanging from the edge
|
| We roll over and play pretend
|
| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
|
| (Know when they're dead)
|
| Roses don't know when they're dead
|
| (Know when they're dead)
|
| Roses don't know when they're dead
|
| Is this fair?
|
| I feel that we're close to the end
|
| With one foot hanging from the edge
|
| We roll over and play pretend
|
| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
|
| (Know when they're dead)
|
| Roses don't know when they're dead
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| (Know when they're dead)
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| Roses don't know when they're dead |