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In this one, I try to be a lot more sympathetic... I think I imagine it at a pace similar to the verses of Fat Bottom Girls.
Black Roses
We never once thought
That we were living too fast
While not heeding any stop signs
Without a care if we crash
No warning ever gave us
Even a thought of slowing down
Always flying never dying
Until we smashed into the ground
That's the sort of thing
That can make you want to die
And even when that phone went dead
I could still hear you cry
[Chorus]
So put those Black Roses
By that Grave you never Marked
Where you Buried your own Heart
With the Man who
Tore it Apart
And when those Walls you Built
Start to Come crashing Down
You try to Scream but there's no Sound
You'll find Black Roses for
You all Around
Love can be so reckless
With a young full head of steam
When you're running at full tilt
Chasing butterflies and dreams
But those castles that we spun
In the clouds came crashing down
And when I looked up from that mire
I was alone down on the ground
That's the sort of thing
That can make you really want to die
And even when that phone went dead
I swear that I could still hear you cry
[Chorus]
So put those Black Roses
By that Grave you never Marked
Where you Buried your own Heart
With the Man who
Tore it Apart
And when those Walls you Built
Start to Come crashing Down
You try to Scream but there's no Sound
You'll find Black Roses for
You all Around
When everything's been said
And there's nothing left to do
There are so many of us tragic lovers
Because this whole damn world is screwed
And those are the sort of things
That make so many of us want to die
And even though that phone's been dead for years
I can still hear you cry
[Chorus]
So put those Black Roses
By that Grave you never Marked
Where you Buried your own Heart
With the Man who
Tore it Apart
And when those Walls you Built
Start to Come crashing Down
You try to Scream but there's no Sound
You'll find Black Roses for
You all Around
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