I put the pedal to the metal, like a bullet through a barrel
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I was halfway outta this town
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The sun was sinking low, and as I watched it go where
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You called me, said: Baby, won't you turn around?"
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I said: Forgive me darlin', but the highway has been calling
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Gonna find another town and buy some new clothes
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I have to beg your pardon, but there's nothing in your garden
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But a black rose
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Yeah, a black rose
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Well, it was fine in the beginning, but there always is an ending
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And there's always a twist in the plot
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That web that you've been weaving is as strong as it's deceiving
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But I just ain't believing that'll get caught
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I'm sure you'll find another that don't mind being smothered
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By the kind of love a lover like you knows
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It can only harden when it grows inside your garden
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Like a black rose
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Yeah, a black rose
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Overtable Interlude
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| Cross Canadian Ragweed |
