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The roses in the window box have tilted to one side
Everything about this house was born to grow and die
It doesn't seem a year ago to this very day
You said "I'm sorry, honey; if I don't change the pace, I can't face another day"
And love lies bleeding in my hand
It kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock-n-roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands
I wonder if those changes have left a scar on you,
Like all the burning hoops of fire that you and I passed through.
You're a bluebird on a telegraph line, I hope you're happy now,
Well, if the wind of change comes down your way, girl, you'll make it back somehow |
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