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woensdag 5 november 2014

Blue Roses




You said "Come on, let's go down that Yellow Brick Road"
But that path was primrose and led back to black and white
And now I know, since that day you chose to let me know
My heart's been tangled with thorns that choke the light
Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you
Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound
Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue
Gonna find my way, break the lock on the Emerald City gates
It could be simple, but we're only half-awake
I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems
I feel my head begin to spin, I'm not alright
Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you
Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound
Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue
When they're blue
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
Here I go, collecting roses to me from you
Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound
Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue
(Stop, stop, stop) Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
(Stop, stop, stop) Free to bloom again when they're blue

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