100 lyrics for "D Rose, D Rose"

You know I'm no good for ya Your love is louder than mine And you tuck me into the bed And I know that you've been praying for nirvana That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna Singin' stay, so I'll wait So you bend 'til you'll break And I'm no
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Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see
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You keep me believing When I get the feeling That my prayers have hit the ceiling And those darker days When my faith has lost all meaning I don't remember how I got here When my rose coloured glasses disappeared Sometimes my fingers, they can lose touch
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At the Cold Spot RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was crickets, minnows and kerosene It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer A hole in the wall
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This fire is burning, and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden Said, we're lost in the Garden of Eden And there's no one who's gonna believe this But we're lost in the Garden of Eden It's a
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Now the other way Waves (waves) Wave (waves) Wave (wave) I got on rose colored glasses You're batting your eyelashes Come on, don't be passive So last time will be magic
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If the world would end today All the dreams we had would all just drift away You know there's nothing more to say If the world would end would our love slip away I never knew the way that you looked at me Would ever mean so much to me In my heart I found
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If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth Lost a few friends chasin' hand
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At least we stole the show No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses fill the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to
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