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Like Roses
Like Roses
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy Schmalkuche
Amy Schmalkuche
Composer
Ed Burdick
Ed Burdick
Composer
Tommy Kinard
Tommy Kinard
Composer
Patrick Butler
Patrick Butler
Composer

Letra

It's a long night, the drive home, it's cold Telephone poles, they line the road And there's no one left home And I've built up this god an no one knows where to find him I guess you know yourself better, the love, the plague, the trigger And I've given up, I've given up on this fighting It's crippling exhaustion, and I'm the only one trying If I didn't make it home Would you know, would you know, would you know That I've been trapped inside your syndrome Since day one when you said this was more And now my love's on the receiving line Begging me not to let it go this time And you and your self-fulfilling prophecies And how you regret what you mean to me It's a long night, the drive home, it's cold Telephone poles, they line the road And there's no one left home Well you're not my god and I don't know where to find him I guess I should've known better I should've known better If I didn't make it home Would you know, would you know, would you know That I've been trapped inside your syndrome Since day one when you said this was more And now my love's on the receiving line Begging me not to let it go this time And you and your self-fulfilling prophecies And how you regret what you mean to me If I didn't make it home, would you know If I didn't make it home
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