I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
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On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
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Lyin' cold the way you left'em
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But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
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And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee
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That I poured and didn't drink
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But at least you thought you wanted it
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And that's so much more then I can say for me
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It's been a good year for the roses
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And many blooms still linger there
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The lawn could stand another mowin'
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Funny,I don't even care
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And when you turn to walk away
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As the door behind you closes
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The only thing I know to say
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It's been a good year for the roses
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After three full years of marriage
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It's the first time that I haven't made the bed
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I guess the reason we're not talkin'
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There's so little left to say,we haven't said
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And while a million thoughts go racin' through my mind
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I find I haven't spoke a word
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And from the bedroom,the familiar sounds
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Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard
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But what a good year for the roses
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And may blooms still linger there
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The lawn could stand another mowin'
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Funny,I don't care
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And when you turn to walk away
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As the door behind you closes
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The only thing I know to say
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It's been a good year for the roses
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The only thing I know to say
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It's been a good year for the roses
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A Good Year For The Roses (Lorrie Morgan with Sammy Kershaw)
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| Lorrie Morgan |
