| I used to love it when roses would come.
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| The card always read, «You're my number 1».
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| But love never goes the way one supposes,
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| And I will forever hate roses.
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| You sent me roses, I thought it was nice.
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| Opened the card and it read, «goodbye».
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| You’re movin' on as this chapter closes,
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| And I will forever hate roses.
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| I’ll never see a rose from now own
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| That will not remind me that you’re really gone.
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| Don’t trust the rose for the danger
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| It poses I will forever hate roses.
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| The fragrance of roses will last throughout time.
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| Their beauty will linger, but not in my mind.
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| No, I’ll love the daisies, the tulips, the posies,
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| But I will forever hate roses.
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| And I’ll never see a rose from now own
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| That will not remind me that you’re really gone.
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| Oh, and don’t trust the rose for the pain it imposes.
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| I will forever hate roses.
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| Now you’re movin' on as this chapter closes,
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| And I will forever hate roses.
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| Yes, I will forever hate roses. |