| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me on
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| My birthday deathbed
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me
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| Cause I’m dead and bloated
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me on
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| My birthday deathbed
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me
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| Cause I’m dead and bloated
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| Oh yeah, and she says it’s natural
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| I feel I’ve come of age
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| When she peeks I start to run
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| Oh yeah, and she says it’s natural
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| I feel I’ve come of age
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| When she peeks I start to run
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| You can’t swallow what I’m thinking
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| You can’t swallow what I’m thinking
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me on
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| My birthday deathbed
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| I am trampled under sole of
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| Another man’s shoes
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| Guess I walked too softly
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| Oh yeah, and she says it’s natural
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| I feel I’ve come of age
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| When she peeks I start to run
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| Oh yeah, and she says it’s natural
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| I feel I’ve come of age
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| When she peeks I start to run
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| You can’t swallow what I’m thinking
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| You can’t swallow what I’m thinking
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| I run through the world
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I run through the world
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me on
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| My birthday deathbed
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| I am smelling like the rose
|
| That somebody gave me
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| Cause I’m dead and bloated
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| I run through the world
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I run through the world
|
| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I run through the world
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I run through the world
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me on
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| My birthday deathbed
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| I am smelling like the rose
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| That somebody gave me
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| Somebody gave me
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| Somebody gave me
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| On my birthday deathbed |