In the city of, roses
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Streets lined with red brick, and green branches
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Weren't rainy days that might seem bleak
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Our rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique
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City parks, wild berries, and old bridges
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A rolling river bringing goods from the sea
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A mountain hooded in snow silently watching over me
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And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,
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I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
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From the city of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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Down along the river, weekend market
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On sunny Saturdays the water front comes alive
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The street vendors and hippies they keep [?]
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All the people you could wish for or imagine
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Are from the [?] in the city center [?], musicians, husbands
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To make sure that there's a thriving jazz scene
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And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,
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I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
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Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find,
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Wherever I may travel I take with me, these memories of mine
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From the city of roses, city of roses,
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,
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I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
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Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find,
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Wherever I may travel I take with me, paddling in my mind
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The city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City of roses, city of roses
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City Of Roses
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| Esperanza Spalding |
