| The roses in the window box
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| Have tilted to one side
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| Everything about this house
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| Was born to grow and die
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| Oh it doesn’t seem a year ago
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| To this very day
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| You said I’m sorry honey
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| If I don’t change the pace
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| I can’t face another day
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| And love lies bleeding in my hand
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| Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
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| I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
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| But my guitar couldn’t hold you
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| So I split the band
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| Love lies bleeding in my hands
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| I wonder if those changes
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| Have left a scar on you
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| Like all the burning hoops of fire
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| That you and I passed through
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| You’re a bluebird on a telegraph line
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
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| You’ll make it back somehow |