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There you go, calling me a n'er do well
And saying I can go to hell
At any time I want

There you go, calling me a summer cloud
As cheerful as a funeral shroud
Now wrapped around your love

But everybody knows
That what my lover sows
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)

There you go, building love on shifting sand
And saying it just fell from my hand
And broke before my eyes

There you go, crying under summer sky
And saying the sun don't go as high
As it did once before

Cause everybody knows
That what my lover sows
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)

Everybody knows
That what my lover sows
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)

Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)

She kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)
She kills the roses (Kills the roses)
Kills the roses (Kills the roses)

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