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Roses Are Not Red
roses are not red
a still life never growing
the sun is not a source of light
and the wind will not be blowing
birds will die
up in the sky
the sky that is not blue
everything is as it was
i never loved you
i never loved you
roses are not red
the rain is not been falling
and telephones ring unaware
of why we bother calling
no one there
would ever care
to hear what we've been through
everything is in its place
i never loved you
i never loved you
your face, so unremarkable
could never light this lonely town
your voice, all but forgotten
does not echo every single sound
your eyes without expression,
there's nothing special in that case
so why do i spend every night
dreaming of the things i'll never miss?
no joy as spring arrives
there's nothing sad about you leaving
and i will live my life the same
maybe this time without breathing
so look through these eyes
that never cried
and any fool could see what's true
roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and i never loved you
roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and i never loved you
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and i never loved you
roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and i never loved you
roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and any fool could see what's true
that never cried
so look through these eyes
maybe this time without breathing
and i will live my life the same
there's nothing sad about you leaving
no joy as spring arrives
dreaming of the things i'll never miss?
so why do i spend every night
there's nothing special in that case
your eyes without expression,
does not echo every single sound
your voice, all but forgotten
could never light this lonely town
your face, so unremarkable
i never loved you
i never loved you
everything is in its place
to hear what we've been through
would ever care
no one there
of why we bother calling
and telephones ring unaware
the rain is not been falling
roses are not red
i never loved you
i never loved you
everything is as it was
the sky that is not blue
up in the sky
birds will die
and the wind will not be blowing
the sun is not a source of light
a still life never growing
roses are not red
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