Текст (слова) песни: Elliott Smith - Coming Up Roses
i`m a junkyard full of false starts and i don`t need yr permission to bury my love under this bare light bulb the moon is a sickle cell it`ll kill you in time you cold white brother riding yr blood like spun glass in sore eyes while the moon does its division you`re buried below and you`re coming up roses everywhere you go red roses follow the things that you tell yourself they`ll kill you in time you cold white brother alive in yr blood spinning in the night sky while the moon does its division you`re buried below and you`re coming up roses everywhere you go red roses so you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows and you`re coming up roses everywhere you go red roses
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