| You ask your allergies why they’re such a bother
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| You feel the melody, sing it if you wanna
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| You keep scratching your eyes and they keep itching
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| Either way, I’m in love with your red roses
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| You tried to dream away everything that happened
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| Found your frame deep in your siesta habit
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| Came and woke you up at seven, you weren’t trying to have it
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| Either way, I’m in love with your red roses
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| You found another planet, when the feeling hit you
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| It hurt to understand that they don’t see ya which ya
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| Send a postcard detail of a bigger picture
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| Either way, I’m in love with your red roses
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| It’s okay to think about how you still think about him
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| It’s okay to think about how you still think about her
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| It’s okay to let them know they made you under wilder
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| Either way, I’m in love with your red roses
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| It’s okay to look for truth, even if you doubt it
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| It’s okay to look alone every once in a while
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| It’s okay to be alone with the truth for a while
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| The truth is, I’m in love with your red roses
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| Roses, your roses, your roses, yeah
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| Roses, your roses, your roses, yeah
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| Gott say, I’m mighty proud of what you’re turning into
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| Didn’t take the easy route, even if you meant to
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| Whether or not, we’re fate, or coincidental
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| I’ll always be in love with you
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| You’ll ask your allergies why they’re such a bother
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| You’ll feel the melody, sing it if you wanna
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| You’ll keep scratching your eyes, and they’ll keep itching
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| And I’ll always be in love with you
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| Ohh, ohh
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| I’ll always be in love with you
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| Ohh, ohh
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| I’ll always be in love with you
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| Ohh, ohh
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| Ohh, ohh |