They could see coming true
If not for the roses
At the end of the stage
Taken in stride
Takin’ the ride
All for the roses
At the end of the race
They sang a soulful song
He sang, she sang along
Trying not to reveal
How they truly feel
Ambitions that grow
Transitions go slow
Striking their posses
At the end of the show
No master of manners
No not when it matters
Collecting their roses
Leaving us scattered
They sang a sorry song
She sang, he sang along
Trying not to reveal
How they truly feel
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