| Smell the burning cinnamon
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| On Cathy’s floor when you return
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| Hear her dark voice, the gloom of dark voice
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| I know her house well, boy
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| For I lived there on
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| There on her floor beside her door
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| Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor
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| You’re following roses, following roses
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| Roses
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| And the child beside her
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| Was singing «nana, nana»
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| When I was there, there on her floor
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| And Cathy had parties, boy
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| Was she laughing
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| I couldn’t help laughing
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| I laughed with her…
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| Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor
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| You’re following roses, following roses
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| Roses, uuuh roses
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| Roses for my love
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| To hold her, to hold my treasure
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| Roses for my love
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| To hold her, to hold my treasure
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| Sometimes when I stayed awake
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| I thought I heard her at my door
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| I thought I felt her at my cheeks
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| Then I tried to speak to her
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| But always, but always, I scared myself
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| Waiting at her
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| Closed door
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| Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor
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| You’re following roses, following roses
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| Roses, uuuh roses
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| Roses for my love
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| To hold her, to hold my treasure
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| Roses for my love
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| To hold her, to hold my treasure
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| Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor
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| You’re following roses, following roses
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| Uuuh |