Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
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and the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
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in the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,
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and in dreaming I would while away the hours.
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Long, long gone yesterday,
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and the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed.
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Well, I made, and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
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I'm tired of trying to be free.
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Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
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Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
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Well, I wasted years,
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all the useless, bitter tears.
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If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start.
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I knew life was long,
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and I knew life could go wrong,
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but I never knew my life would break my heart.
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Dreams die harder than pride.
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I have learned my lesson well.
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I will put them both aside.
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'Cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
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I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.
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Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
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Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
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Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,
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and I guess that's just too bad for poor old me.
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'Cause I made, and I'm gonna lie in my bed of roses.
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Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
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Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
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Bed Of Roses
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Bette Midler |