| In these days of wild roses
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| I held a compass in my hand
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| I had three wishes for a future
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| That I won’t need to understand
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| And I’ve got holly green on blood red
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| Manhattan Christmas on my arm
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| My soul ain’t worth saving
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| Feels like I’ve lost my lucky charm
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| And I’ve been living in the gutter
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| I’ve been loaded like a gun
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| I’ve been sliding down the mountain
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| And it feels like kingdom come
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| And I’m always fighting windmills
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| Have to take it as it comes
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| See I’m
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| I’m encircled
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| I am
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| If you want me tell me
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| Cause I can’t play this game much longer
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| Feels a lot like oblivion
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| This feeling just keeps getting stronger
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| And I’ve been living in the gutter
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| Without American Express
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| Heroes changing horses midstream
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| I’m detached
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| I’m second-guessed
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| Won’t you please come back and get me
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| My whole world is in a mess
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| See I’m
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| I’m encircled
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| This time I am
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| I’m encircled
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| In these days of wild roses
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| I’m encircled
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| Yeah
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| And I’ve been living in the gutter
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| I’ve been loaded like a gun
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| I’ve been sliding down the mountain
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| And it feels like kingdom come
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| And I’m always fighting windmills
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| Have to take it as it comes
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| See I’m encircled
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| This time I am
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| I’m encircled
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| I am
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| In these days of wild roses |