| There once was a time when I was a girl
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| That darkness hunged in my sky
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| I was old before I learned to be young
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| Stone cold till I learn how to cry
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| And the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin
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| It’s taking a lonesome girl’s heart
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| To forget that I have fell apart
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| The thorns on the roses cut through my skin
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| The vultures flew down and then pecked
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| What lay on the surface was a tiny crack
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| And below was a gigantic wreck
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| So I held my head down and I dealt with the blows
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| In hope that I’d soon be free to go where the stolen roses grow
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| To forget I have bad memory
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| And the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin
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| It’s taking a lonesome girl’s heart
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| To forget that I have fell apart
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow
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| I will go where the stolen roses grow |