| Wild roses, wild roses, where I’m from
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| Five roses, five roses, flashing up above
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| I was eating like a kid
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| Back when Mac moved into our building in Outremont
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| Used to treat a rack like it was a lick
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| Used to make a band, thought I made it big
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| Used to fill the float up with Lauriers
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| Back when I was living on Laurier
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| Going in and out, catching interference
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| We should hit the show, we should make appearance
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| Wading through the snow, hope they go and clear it
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| Hope that anybody shows, hope they wanna hear it
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| See the pink sky like Sean said
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| We’d think about life getting better
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| Used to hang around by the train tracks
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| Wish that we could do this forever
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| Five roses
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| Five roses
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| Paradise lost, looking at the cross
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| Been there so long, think that we forgot
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| Even though they kept the skyscrapers low
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| We was playing «How high can you go?»
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| Can you take the heat? |
| Can you brave the cold?
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| Going in and out, broken phone
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| Don’t know what to say to the folks at home
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| Feels like I’m fading out, feel like no one knows
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| Blind to the fact that it isn’t what it’s seeming
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| They’re putting on a show, did it for the wrong reason
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| Shallow thoughts, they got some people going off the deep end
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| At a great cost, no, it isn’t just the weekend
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| This was a place that I dreamed of
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| Even bought myself a blue raincoat
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| Oratory bells could redeem us
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| Probably won’t ever be the same though
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| Five roses
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| How I miss you
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| Five roses
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| Cut a path to the clearing
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| In a Laval forest
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| I had holes in my ceiling
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| But it didn’t seem that important
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| The days were revealing
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| The times that we shared
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| The years are retreating
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| Going back there
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| Five roses
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| How I miss you
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| Five roses |