Hopelessly watching and waiting
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To see if my lover
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Has turned to walk away
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Opening slowly I sit by the water, I'm broken
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There's nothing left to say
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Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
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The gentle thud of unrequited love
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Am I protected by this thorn in my heart
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What must I have been thinking of
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The rose of recognition
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Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
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Here in the aftermath
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Hopes crashed asunder, I wonder
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Can I camouflage my sadness
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Begging forgiveness
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I don't understand love
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How could I not notice my madness
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Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
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The yellow rose of unrequited love
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Am I protected by this thorn in my heart
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What must I have been thinking of
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The rose of recognition
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Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
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Holding my head up to fight off their glances
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I shifted and picked up
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My coat and my glasses
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Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness
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I've lifted my spirit but still
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I am sleepless
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Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
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The yellow rose of unrequited love
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Am I protected by this thorn in my heart
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What must I have been thinking of
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The rose of recognition
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Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
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What must I have been thinking of...
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Yellow Rose
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| Alannah Myles |
