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She don’t like roses

She don’t like champagne

She took a step away from the fast lane

She lives on Jones Road

Down by the freight train

You met her on Monday

You were in love by Tuesday night

She lived in Detroit

She lived in Boston

She had a couple years there

She got lost in

She still gets shake-y

But not too often

You take her in your arms

When you want to calm her down

And her bed is under her window

And the sun’s going down in the west

And her voice whispers softly, Go real slow

And you watch the rhythm of her breath

She wants a tree house

She wants a garden

A little bit of land

To put her hands in

It smells like lavender

In her apartment

It’s always on your clothes

Every time you’re going home

And her bed is under her window

And her fingers brush over your chest

With your heart beating fast you go real slow

And you match the rhythm of her breath

And if all your dreams come true

Do your memories still end up haunting you?

Is there such a thing as really breaking through

To another day and a brighter shade of blue?

And her bed is under her window

And her arm’s laying over your chest

And the street light is soft on her pillow

You can feel the rhythm of her breath

She don’t like roses

She don’t drink champagne

And now you’re walking home

In the soft rain

You pass the mailman

You watch the lights change

And you’re feeling fine

And you don’t even mind the rain

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