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
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And make my blood course through my veins
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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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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 |