| He still sends her roses on the 4th of July
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| They’re always white roses and she never asks why
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| She still doesn’t know where he goes Thursday nights
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| But his wedding band rests, on the bedside that night
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| He was a soldier in the Vietnam war
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| He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her
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| She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone
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| «You Were On My Mind» was their favorite song
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| Love is a mystery
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| From birth 'till we die
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| It’s cross words of a morning
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| By evening entwined
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| It’s all that we dream of, sometimes it’s not right
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| Love is white roses and you never ask why
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| He’s the hands of a draftsman, he’s built a good life
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| She works for a season during IRS time
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| Two children they’ve had though their boy has now died
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| When they wake of each morning, he’s still on their minds
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| Their friends would all tell you they’re like day and night
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| Their daughter’s an actress, she is strong and she’s bright
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| He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights
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| She still treasures those roses every 4th of July
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| Love is white roses every 4th of July |