| can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
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| Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them while
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| you packed
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| Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn’t drink
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| But at least you thought you wanted it, that’s so much more than I can say
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| for me What a good year for the roses
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| Many blooms still linger there
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| The lawn could stand another mowin'
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| Funny I don’t even care
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| As you turn to walk away
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| As the door behind you closes
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| The only thing I have to say
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| It’s been a good year for the roses
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| After three full years of marriage, it’s the first time that you haven’t
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| made the bed
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| I guess the reason we’re not talkin', there’s so little left to say we haven’t said
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| While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind, I find I haven’t said a word
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| >From the bedroom the familiar sound of one baby’s cryin' goes unheard
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| What a good year for the roses
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| Many blooms still linger there
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| The lawn could stand another mowin'
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| Funny I don’t even care
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| As you turn to walk away
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| As the door behind you closes
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| The only thing I have to say
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| It’s been a good year for the roses |