| Don’t let waters of caution remove you
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| Don’t let the fire of saints compel you
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| Don’t let the lack of their spirit blind your life
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| Cause soon it’s all over, you’re gonna come through alive
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| Well I’ve been all over the world five times or more
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| And I’ve seen the future burn blue before my eyes
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| And all through the dust and the green magnesium fire
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| Don’t let the violence blind you, you’re gonna come through alive
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| And the roses that are offing
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| They are real as evening wind
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| They are washed by love and suffering
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| Cause my love has colored them
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| Colored them
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| Oooooh oooohh-nothing but roses
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| Don’t dam the river that’s running through you
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| Stop saving up for time that may never become
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| I’ve seen the future come true in twenty days
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| But don’t let is scare you, stop thinking about yesterday
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| I’ve had my share of blue revelations
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| And I know that time is a region to be passed
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| So all through the dust and green magnesium fire
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| I can rest easy now, and watch the carnival rolling by Cause a rose that will be growing
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| In the place where I have hidden
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| It is washed by love and suffering
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| That my love has colored in Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the rooooooooses
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| Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the rooooooooses
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| Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the rooooooooses
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| Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the roses grow
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| Look where the rooooooooses
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| Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaahhhh |