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My beds are always empty If you dont count the ghosts Cause i have those a plenty And its name is rose Its name is rose So dear Rose, is home the scent of skin or is home somewhere i've been so i can trace back my tracks i can trace back my tracks relax in me, in me should i be wanting it back i can trace back my tracks i can trace back i need some of that wander where my blood dark red some veins enough said not said From Letras Mania