So you were late
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But you never told me you were
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You didn't want to say
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Till you were sure
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But that song and dance
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Won't work no more
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Because you got no rhythm
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To save your soul
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I don't care how much it hurts
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So you can tell it
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To the Roman Catholic Church
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I don't run away
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From my mistakes
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But this is one, honey,
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That I didn't make
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And I can't catch you
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And I can't get you
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But I can't let you catch me
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Oh no, you can't catch me
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And you never will
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So you can plant black roses
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In your window sill
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I'll be free
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And you'll be suicidal
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While you press black roses
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In your family Bible
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So now it's all
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Left up to your discretion
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And you can spill your guts
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In your next confession
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Lift your eyes up to the sky
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Give 'em ten Hail Marys
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For one white lie
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Your mother always said
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I would bring you down
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If she could only see you now
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Clinging tight to your rosary
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Saying, "This wasn't how
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It was supposed to be . . ."
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Forget about a snow-white
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Wedding gown
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And you can toss black roses
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In a hole in the ground
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Roses are red, roses are black
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Tell your mother what you did
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And give her a heart attack
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Someday when I'm cold and dead
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You're gonna find black roses
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By your hospital bed
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Black Roses
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Sloppy Seconds |