| Pictures of your vanity are thrown about
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| The house in which we live
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| And being part of growing older
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| Seems a good idea until we live
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| So wrapping in your winter time
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| You knew that you
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| Could never change your ways
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| So where do we go
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| And I say, baby
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| You might miss it when it goes
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| And baby
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| To me you’re mighty like a rose
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| And I have seen this before
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| Crawling 'round your floor
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| Holding life in good intentions
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| We won’t live the distance that we run
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| Watching everything you turn to
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| Love as it would burn into the sun
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| So where do we go
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| And I say, baby
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| You might miss it when it goes
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| And baby
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| To me you’re mighty like a rose
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| And I have seen this before
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| Crawling 'round your floor
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| So where do we go
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| And I say, baby
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| You might miss it when it goes
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| And baby
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| When it’s gone, oh, let it go
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| And baby
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| You won’t need it anymore
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| â€~Cause baby
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| To me you’re mighty like a rose
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| And I have seen this before
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| Crawling 'round your floor |