Verse 1 & 2:
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You took the roses, dead and gone, I gave.
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You took the sun and moon from which we made.
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You'll be the one to kill me, in the end.
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All the promises you swore were true.
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You're full of lies in everything you do.
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You'll be the one to ruin me.
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Chorus:
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Maybe after all, you will see,
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As I start to cut away, and start to take my life!
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Break:
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As I start to cut away,
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you got to promise me that you will take my knife!
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Roses
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| April Sixth |
