| Today I saw the roses die,
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| The ones that we picked out.
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| And I turned around to cry,
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| I could not help myself.
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| I know where the roses go Who do what they should do,
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| And baby, you won’t go where the roses go If you can’t be true.
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| Today I saw the roses die,
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| The ones that we picked out.
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| As I stood there I could see
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| I could not help them now.
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| I know where the roses go Who do what they should do,
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| And baby, you won’t go where the roses go If you can’t be true.
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| Don’t you want to walk where the flowers play
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| Beneath the sky of gold,
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| Where the little white doves fly by the hour
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| Singing our love will never grow cold?
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| Oh, today I saw the roses die,
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| The ones that we picked out.
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| And I hoped that you could tell
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| What it was all about.
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| I know where the roses go Who do what they should do,
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| And baby, you won’t go where the roses go If you can’t be true.
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| You won’t go there
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| If you can’t be true.
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| You can’t go there
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| If you can’t be true.
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| You won’t go there
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| If you can’t be true … |