| Oh, Rosie, where have you been?
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| I couldn’t save you, but I tried, Rosie
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| I tried
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| Why did you run from everyone
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| Who only tried to love you? |
| Rosie, only tried
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| Little bird, if I only knew
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| Maybe I’d be more like you
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| With a feather in my wing
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| Is it spring?
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| Do I sing?
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| Maybe I like pleasure-pain
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| Of going and coming back again
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| What I leave behind
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| I come back to find
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| It’s no longer mine
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| So why not run from everyone?
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| Who only tries to love you? |
| Rosie, only tries
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| Little bird, if I only knew
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| Maybe I’d be more like you
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| With a feather in my wing
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| Is it spring?
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| Do I sing?
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| Maybe I like pleasure-pain
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| Of going and coming back again
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| What I leave behind
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| I come back to find
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| It’s no longer mine
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| Little bird, if I only knew
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| Maybe I’d be more like you—
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| —With a feather in my wing
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| Is it spring?
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| Do I sing? |