| So you were late
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| But you never told me you were
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| You didn’t want to say
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| Till you were sure
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| But that song and dance
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| Won’t work no more
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| Because you got no rhythm
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| To save your soul
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| I don’t care how much it hurts
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| So you can tell it
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| To the Roman Catholic Church
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| I don’t run away
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| From my mistakes
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| But this is one, honey
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| That I didn’t make
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| And I can’t catch you
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| And I can’t get you
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| But I can’t let you catch me
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| Oh no, you can’t catch me
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| And you never will
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| So you can plant black roses
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| In your window sill
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| I’ll be free
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| And you’ll be suicidal
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| While you press black roses
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| In your family Bible
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| So now it’s all
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| Left up to your discretion
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| And you can spill your guts
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| In your next confession
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| Lift your eyes up to the sky
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| Give 'em ten Hail Marys
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| For one white lie
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| Your mother always said
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| I would bring you down
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| If she could only see you now
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| Clinging tight to your rosary
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| Saying, «This wasn’t how
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| It was supposed to be. |
| . |
| .»
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| And I can’t hate you
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| I don’t wanna break you
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| But I can’t let you break me
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| Oh no, you can’t break me
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| And you never will
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| So you can plant black roses
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| In your window sill
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| Forget about a snow-white
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| Wedding gown
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| And you can toss black roses
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| In a hole in the ground
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| Roses are red, roses are black
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| Tell your mother what you did
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| And give her a heart attack
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| 'Cause I can’t catch you
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| And I can’t catch you
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| But I can’t let you catch me
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| Oh no, you can’t catch me
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| And you never will
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| So you can plant black roses
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| In your window sill
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| But someday when I’m cold and dead
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| You’re gonna find black roses
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| By your hospital bed |