those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
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those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.
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shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood.
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tangled she got halfway.
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sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her.
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had left her.
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left her.
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those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
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those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.
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rusty the screen door, she opened it.
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raised from the ground.
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mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family,
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just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and bedtime,
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bedtime.
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i'll go with the man who looks like my father,
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the neighbors all tell me to go with him.
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he better take caution, he better take care of me,
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'cause if he don't, he better beware of me.
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those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.
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those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide.
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Rose-Colored Times
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| Lisa Loeb |
