| Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
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| And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
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| In the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream
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| And in dreaming I would while away the hours
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| Long, long gone yesterday
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| And the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed
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| Well, I made, and I’m gonna lie in this bed of roses
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| I’m tired of trying to be free
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| Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses
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| Bed of roses I believed my life would be
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| Well, I wasted years
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| All the useless, bitter tears
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| If I’d known I’d have stopped it at the start
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| I knew life was long
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| And I knew life could go wrong
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| But I never knew my life would break my heart
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| Dreams die harder than pride
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| I have learned my lesson well
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| I will put them both aside
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| 'Cause I made and I’m gonna lie in this bed of roses
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| I’m tired and I’m dying to be free
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| Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses
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| Bed of roses I believed my life would be
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| Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies
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| And I guess that’s just too bad for poor old me
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| 'Cause I made, and I’m gonna lie in my bed of roses
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| Bed of roses I believed my life would be
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| Bed of roses I believed my life would be |