| Rose puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette
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| Holds her tired face up to the mirror
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| She sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget
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| And it hurts her now that no one comes to see her
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| She used to go to parties and a-dancing with her beau
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| Beneath the southern moon they found their places
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| But now she’s tired all the time and she got no where to go
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| And the memories keep showing up in faces
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| So she finds her dressing table and she puts on all of her clothes
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| And she cries when she’s realized she’s just an old Rose
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| Rose walks to the kitchen then she fills her coffee cup
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| And thinks of how the mornings used to greet her
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| But now it’s just another day and harder to get up
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| And it breaks her heart to think that no one needs her
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| And she wants to start all over but she ain’t got far to go
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| So she cries when she’s realized she’s just an old Rose
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| Rose puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette
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| Holds her tired face up to the mirror
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| She sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget
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| And it hurts her now that no one comes to see her |