| It’s a little too calm after the storm
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| It’s a little too cold to feel this warm
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| And there’s no one left here to celebrate, no
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| Another heart gone dead cause a three words said
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| Coulda shoulda woulda but I was seeing red
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| And I can’t take that back, cigarettes and regret
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| The devil’s spoken
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| But the words came from my mouth, oh
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| And now these roses
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| Won’t win you back now, oh
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| It’s a world gone mad inside my head
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| It’s sleepless nights in this empty bed
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| Got the green eyed ghost in everything I see, yea
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| One last drink so I can’t think
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| Can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t do anything
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| All that’s left
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| Is cigarettes and regret
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| The devil’s spoken
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| But the words came from my mouth, oh
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| And now these roses
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| Won’t win you back now, oh
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| The devil’s spoken
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| But the words came from my mouth, oh
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| And now these roses
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| Won’t win you back now, oh
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| The devil’s spoken
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| But the words came from my mouth, oh
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| And now these roses
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| Won’t win you back now
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| The devil’s spoken
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| But the words came from my mouth, oh
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| And now these roses
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| Won’t win you back now
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| Never gonna win you back |