| This wild rose that I hold in my hand
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| It’s the strangest thing I’ve seen,
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| One bud only just started to show,
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| And the leaves are the lightest green.
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| It’s had it’s share of the rain,
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| It needs some feeling to light it’s fiery flame again,
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| But one cruel lie and it could die.
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| (Don't kill it Carol)
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol.
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol.
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| This wild rose that I hold in my hand,
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| It could grow to be so strong,
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| Born one night in the calm of the storm,
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| It was made for a rock and roll song.
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| It’s only just seen the light,
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| It could so easily fall back to the gentle night,
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| But one cruel lie and it could die.
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| (Don't kill it Carol)
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol.
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol.
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| It’s looking for a place to live outside all space and time,
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| Where there’s no need for it to fade.
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| There’s a secret garden that I think we can find,
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| Lot’s of sunshine there’s a touch of shade.
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| (Don't kill it Carol)
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| This wild rose that I hold in my hand
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| It’s the strangest thing I’ve seen,
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| One bud only just started to show,
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| And the leaves are the lightest green.
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| It’s had it’s share of the rain,
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| It needs some feeling to light it’s fiery flame again,
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| But one cruel lie and it could die.
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| (Don't kill it Carol)
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol.
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| Oh Carol oh, won’t you let this flower grow,
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| Don’t kill it Carol. |