| They say you gave him up for dead
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| Now there’s a stranger in your head
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| Yellow roses at your feet
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| Disappear in a memory of a dream
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| And like a flower in the Spring
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| Left to the mercy of the seasons
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| Soon the past will catch you up
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| Stinging like a paper cut
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| There’s only so much in your veins to bleed
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| Don’t let the world get in your way
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| Make your mistakes
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| Go on your way
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| Yellow roses at your feet disappear into a dream
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| Fingers clench and smell of magazines
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| Kneeling at the altar in a church
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| Praying desperately
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| That someone up there is listening
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| Don’t let the world get in your way
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| Make your mistakes
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| Go on your way |