| Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
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| In the wind in the hail, thunder and the gale
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane
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| Without the numbness or the pain, so intense to feel
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| Especially now it added up through the years
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| And I, I taught myself how to grow
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| Without any love and now it’s poisoned in the rain
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| I taught myself how to grow
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| Till I was broken on the outside, inside’s caved
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| I taught myself I to grow old
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| Most of the time I got nothing to say
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| When I do it’s nothing and nobody’s there to listen anyway
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| I know I’m probably better off this way
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| I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I’m tired
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| My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
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| 'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
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| Without any love and now it’s poisoned in the rain
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| I taught myself how to grow
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| 'Til I was broken on the outside
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| I taught myself how to grow
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| Without any love and now it’s poisoned in the rain
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| I taught myself how to grow
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| 'Til I was crooked in the outside, inside’s caved
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| Crooked in the outside, inside’s caved
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| Crooked in the outside, inside’s caved
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| I taught myself how to grow old |