Roses and diesel don't mix.
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You can't just come and go
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I sit around and wonder, why I should be alone
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I know Venus came from Mars
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And Venus sure could play guitar
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Born in the way of desires In my eyes, Venus was a star
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Working hard, time was very
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Few and far between, we'd marry
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I wait up for you at night
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Though I won't see you 'til January
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Roses and diesel don't mix.
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You can't just come and go
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I sit around and wonder, why I should be alone
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When will I see you again?
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On the road next week, I dread
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That you'll be on a bus to nowhere
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Singing about the days that might have been
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Put down that guitar, I'm talking to you
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I can't seem to quite get through
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Trying to talk about our future,
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A house, some kids, and how much I miss you
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Roses and diesel don't mix.
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You can't just come and go
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I sit around and wonder, why I should be alone
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Oh no, I won't let go
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In time you will know
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What it means to be...
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All in good time
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Roses and diesel don't mix.
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You can't just come and go
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I sit around and wonder, why I should be alone
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Roses and diesel don't mix.
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You can't just come and go
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I sit around and wonder, why I should be alone
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Roses and Diesel
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| The Clarks |
