Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
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In the wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail
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Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
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Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
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'Specially now it added up through the years
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And I, I taught myself how to grow
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Without any love and there was poison in the rain
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I taught myself how to grow
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'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's broke
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I taught myself how to grow old
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Most of the time I got nothing to say
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When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen, anyway
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I know I'm probably better off this way
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I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired
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My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
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'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
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Without any love and there was poison in the rain
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I taught myself how to grow
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Though I was crooked on the outside
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I taught myself how to grow
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Without any love and there was poison in the rain
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I taught myself how to grow
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'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved
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Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
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Crooked on the outside, inside is caved
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I taught myself how to grow old
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I Taught Myself How To Grow Old
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| Ryan Adams |
