Today I saw the roses die,
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The ones that we picked out.
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And I turned around to cry,
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I could not help myself.
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I know where the roses go
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Who do what they should do,
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go
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If you can't be true.
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Today I saw the roses die,
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The ones that we picked out.
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As I stood there I could see
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I could not help them now.
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I know where the roses go
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Who do what they should do,
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go
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If you can't be true.
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Don't you want to walk where the flowers play
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Beneath the sky of gold,
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Where the little white doves fly by the hour
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Singing our love will never grow cold ?
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Oh, today I saw the roses die,
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The ones that we picked out.
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And I hoped that you could tell
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What it was all about.
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I know where the roses go
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Who do what they should do,
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And baby, you won't go where the roses go
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If you can't be true.
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You won't go there
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If you can't be true.
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You can't go there
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If you can't be true.
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You won't go there
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If you can't be true ...
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You Can't Go Where the Roses Go
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| Marianne Faithfull |
