| Do you think about the days when we were in love
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| When I whispered word to send us both to heaven
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| Now I’ll press a kiss but I know it doesn’t move you
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| But oh, I just can’t seem to let it go
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| Dead letters with words that are no longer true
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| Dead silence where your promise used to be
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| You don’t want me anymore but I’d rather be with you
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| Dead roses are still beautiful to me
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| Well, I still hang around, put money in the jukebox
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| Play those songs, let him ring the tears for me
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| Friends all shake their heads and tell me to go on home
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| But that’s where all those memories will be
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| Dead letters with words that are no longer true
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| Dead silence where your promise used to be
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| You don’t want me anymore but I’d rather be with you
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| Dead roses are still beautiful to me, yeah
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| Dead letters with words that are no longer true
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| Dead silence where your promise used to be
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| You don’t want me anymore but honey I’d rather be with you
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| Dead roses are still beautiful to me
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| Dead roses are still beautiful to me, uh, oh |