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sun blushed roses are next to the bedi've drunk too much coffee, it's gone to my headwalk me down the side street and hold my handit looks like I'm leading but we both know I cantfor a week and a night i've been out of my mindbut please don't get me wrong, ohthirteen red roses that will soon be deadshould I box them up for you darling, perhaps make a hat for your headwalk me down ground street with a glass in your handtalking about behaviour but I don't understandwhat you want from my hands anymore like beforebut please don't get me wrong, ohwhatever that meansand you wont ever see past yourself or past meand the lines each one's drawn thirty-four, fifty-onebut please don't get me wrong, ohwhatever that means From Letras Mania