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Twelve Red Roses words by Bob MacKenzie music by Alex Young Twelve red roses came today after all this time you've been away what did you think that I would do spend each day waiting for you one dozen red roses, whoa, one for each month you weren't here a rose for each memory a thorn for every single tear I've cried. Those red roses at my door will fade like love that is no more and did you think when you left me how hard coming back would be one dozen red roses, whoa, one for each month you weren't here a rose for each memory a thorn for every single tear I've cried. Twelve red roses, thrown away. | ||
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