(Rosanne Cash)
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I throw your roses in the fire
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To make the flames a little higher
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I watch your roses turn to dust
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I know no man that I can trust
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I throw your roses in the fire
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'Cause I burn up with pity and desire
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I'll be your vision dressed in black
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Who won't be back
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Another woman's on the phone
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Pick it up
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Tell her you're home
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I see your face turn into broken glass
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Talking slow
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Thinking fast
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I throw your roses in the fire
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No one could say I didn't try
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I watch your roses fall like tears
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I've crawled this path for all these years
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I throw your roses in the fire
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To burn away the old desire
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We were a desperate pair of souls
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So let me go
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Another woman has her point of view
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Let her talk
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Now that we're through
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I see your face retreat behind the glass
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Listening slow
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Sinking fast
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Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends
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I'll bleed like diamonds running through your hands
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I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget
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And I won't leave this world until you relent
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I throw your roses in the fire
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To burn away the old desire
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I watch your roses turn to dust
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I know no man that I can trust
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I throw your roses in the fire
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To make the flames a little higher
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I'll be your vision dressed in black
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Who won't be back
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I won't be back
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I won't be back
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Roses In The Fire
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| Rosanne Cash |
