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Slip me a few roses, stepping stones, need a glass to look through
Slip me a few roses, tied up in the thorns, looking glass almost blank
Slip me a few roses, I tried to wipe all the pages, the tears only became clear
Slip me a few roses, my name is Rose, and I’m coming with a broken heart.
Slip me a few roses, tied up in the thorns, looking glass almost blank
Slip me a few roses, where I almost lost my mind, and my heart on top of that
Slip me a few roses, my name is Rose, and I’m coming with a broken heart
Slip me a few roses, try to run and hide, running past the window in disguise.
Slip me a few roses, where I almost lost my mind, and my heart on top of that
Slip me a few roses, I tried to wipe all the pages, the tears only became clear
Slip me a few roses, try to run and hide, running past the window in disguise
Slip me a few roses, stepping stones, need a glass to look through.

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