Daddy was the local drunk
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Mommy was the loosest girl in town
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Brother just some two-bit punk
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Rode his Harley D into the ground
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Distant friends and relatives
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Each of them a problem they would share
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From the in-laws to the out-laws
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Quietly she would soak up their despair
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She was one of life¡¯s lil¡¯ angels
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A job that don¡¯t pay well
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Guiding those to heaven
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That should¡¯ve gone to hell
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Was it really worth it?
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Only time & death may ever tell
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She was the brick
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At the base
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Of the house
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A true foundation stone
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She was the colour
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And the sound
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And the taste
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And the rose of my cologne
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Cousin Bobby killed a man
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Packed his bags and left with Lisa-Jane
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Sister was an also-ran
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Ran and never showed her face again
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Those daughters, sons and uncles
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All of them with problems of their own
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Professors, priests, policemen
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All would use the rose of my cologne
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She was one of life¡¯s lil¡¯ angels
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A job that don¡¯t pay well
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Guiding those to heaven
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That should¡¯ve gone to hell
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Was it really worth it?
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Only time & death may ever tell
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She was the brick
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At the base
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Of the house
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A true foundation stone
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She was the colour
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And the sound
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And the taste
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And the rose of my cologne
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Finally she decided
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Less than half an hour it took to pack
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Climbed upon her motorbike
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Didn¡¯t wave goodbye or once look back
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Separations, pregnancies
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Alcohol abusers, lovers tiff
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Murderers, philanderers
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Took them all and drove them off a cliff
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The Rose Of My Cologne
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The Beautiful South |