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I throw your roses in the fire to make the flames a little higher

I watch your roses turn to dust, I know no man that I can trust

I throw your roses in the fire cause I burn up with pity and desire

I'll be your vision dressed in black who won't be back

Another woman's on the telephone, pick it up tell her you're home

I see your face turn into broken glass talking slow, thinking fast

I throw your roses in the fire, no one could say I didn't try

I watch your roses fall like tears I've crawled this path for all these years

I throw your roses in the fire to burn away the old desire

We were a desperate pair of soul, so let me go

Another woman has her point of view

Let her talk now that we're through

I see your face retreat behind the glass

Listening slow, Sinking fast

Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends

I'll bleed like diamonds running through your hands

I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget

 And I won't leave this world until you relent

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