| Standing on the landing
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| Looking down at me
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| I began to feel afraid
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| With my old eyes shining
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| Level at your knee
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| I held the stems of your bouquet
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| Oh, how did I let you slip away?
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| Oh, how could I let you slip away?
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| Late from Bathurst Station
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| Your address in hand
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| The light could not be described
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| Never once but broken
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| All we should have been
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| You lived your life, I lived mine
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| How did I let you slip away?
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| How could I let you slip away?
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| Oh, how did I let you slip away?
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| Oh, how could I let you slip away?
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| (Bom bom bom)
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| Pretty roses in your hair
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| Oh, how did I let you slip away?
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| Oh, how could I let you slip away?
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| Oh, how did I let you slip away?
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| Oh |