Let me lay my head on your heart
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Let me lay my head on your heart
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And you can give this rose some water
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You can give this rose some water now
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Nothing ever is what it seems
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Nothing ever seems what it is
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And though I may be sliding by ya
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I'm a rose that needs some water now
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I've been spinning round my glass ring
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Grim personality
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Slowly bending towards the shadows of waiting to swallow me
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So if thorns are made when wretched
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I'm cutting through the chatter
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I'm a rose that needs some water now
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All the world I'm happy to see
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And all the world it's going to be
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To maybe find or borrow
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A place to put tomorrow's pain
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Ocean crossings
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Mountains to climb
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And history a waste of time
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Well she may just set to plunder
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This rose that needs some water now
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I'll come near you
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Eyes beneath your eyes
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Where I hope to be
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All the blueness
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Blue, blue, blueness
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Imagine I'll untangle and fashion
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So if thorns are made when wretched
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I'm cutting through the chatter
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I'm a rose that needs some water
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Water
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Water
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Now
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Now
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Now
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Now
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Now
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Rose That Needs Water
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| Rufus Wainwright |
