| Why won’t you give me a reason why?
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| Babe, I’m begging you please
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| Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
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| The many more thorns, baby
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| The more thorns you find
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| Of the bouquet I chose
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| The most beautiful rose
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| And with my love I proposed
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| And round and round it goes
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| And up from the ground it grows
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| Eventually dies so slow
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| That’s why I need to know
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| I find it hard to face
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| The one rose I put in a vase
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| Not knowing you need more space
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| Reminds me that I can feel
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| Reminds me that I can still heal
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| Cause I smell your fragrance still
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| And I always will
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| Won’t you give me a reason why?
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| You’re making a grown man cry
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| I suppose the redder the rose
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| The many more thorns, baby
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| The more thorns you find
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| They say that real men are not supposed to cry
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| Next time give me fake roses so they’ll never die |