| In the city of, roses
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| Streets lined with red brick, and green branches
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| Wouldn’t run at days that might seem weak
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| Or… the pain that makes the land… and the folks unique
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| City parks, wild berries, and old bridges
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| Rolling… silently watching over me And everywhere I go these… are with me,
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| Yeah and I find,
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| I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
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| From the city of roses, city of roses,
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| Down along the river, we can mark it Soon as … the water front come…
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| All the people you could wish for or imagine
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| From the … in the city, … to make sure that there’s a thriving jazz scene
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| And everywhere I go these… are with me,
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| Yeah and I find,
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| I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
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| From the city of roses, city of roses,
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| And everywhere I go these… are with me,
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| Yeah and I find,
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| Wherever am I driving, I take with me, these memories of mine
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| From the city of roses, city of roses,
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses
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| City of roses, city of roses. |