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What's come to stay the cannonball days
But a house and some on the line
You fired away with drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a

Woman so fine, as a girl
Slow like an wine
Hair all a mess, all disheveled
And all of roses have died

luck in the next life
'Cause you're gonna need it
Loved you back but I couldn't say when
All of roses have died
All of roses have died

I tasted your lips, put my on your hips
in apartment A-9
Your cats on the sill and my head to breast
Feeding rhythms divine

A west queen with a rattle machine
Tasted the salt your skin
you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have

Better luck in the next
them some hell and goodbye
Loved you back but I couldn't say when
All of your have died
All of your roses died

in the heat down on Christopher Street
Bought you a rose a bum
Left you a that I stuffed in your coat
You and you said, it was dumb

Broke a stem and I guess you're with him
I'm sure that he you just fine
So up cheers baby, here's to your tears
All of roses have died

Better in the next life
I'll you but go on goodbye
I feel a straight from his cannonball days
When all of roses were mine
When all of your were mine