| You thought you’d get the last word
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| But I got there first
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| You don’t have much to say now, now, now, now
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| I took that hurt
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| Couldn’t get any worse
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| You said I’d never live this down, down, down
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| Now there’s roses out by the old oak tree
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| The prettiest things that you never did see
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| Oh honey, got the petals, they’re growin'
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| Got thorns on the vine and the summer wind blowin'
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| People walkin by, they’re comin' and they’re goin'
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| And they’re pickin' one for they’re lovin'
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| And you’re lyin' down there, pushin' up roses by the dozen
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| The thing about forgiveness:
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| It ain’t comin' from my lips
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| But you know silence is made of gold, gold, gold, gold
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| You were relentless
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| And dust don’t sink ships
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| At least that’s what I been told, told, told
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| Now there’s roses out by the old oak tree
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| Right there where the stone should be
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| Oh honey, got the petals, they’re growin'
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| Got thorns on the vine and the summer wind blowin'
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| People walkin by, they’re comin' and they’re goin'
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| And they’re pickin' one for they’re lovin'
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| And you’re lyin' down there, pushin' up roses by the dozen |
| Oh, pushin' up roses by the dozen
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| Baby, did you learn your lesson?
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| All it would’a taken was a little confessin'
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| Oh honey, got the petals, they’re growin'
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| Got thorns on the vine and the summer wind blowin'
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| People walkin by, they’re comin' and they’re goin'
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| And they’re pickin' one for they’re lovin'
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| And you’re lyin' down there
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| Yeah you’re lyin' there
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| Yeah you’re lyin' down there
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| Yeah you’re lyin' there, pushin' up roses by the dozen
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| Pushin' up roses by the dozen |