Roses For The Dead
Just to say we're sorry,
For the black eyes and bleeding lips
When it's hard to forget
How many lies we've told.
Oh, How we go,
Before I said goodbye
So let's scrape our knees on the playground.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies
We'll start things over again,
And you'll bring us to our knees.
When sunrise comes,
And the story will sell,
There'll be a hundred papers,
So we'll fight all you want.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
So raise your hands up high
And let this rain pour.
So raise your hands up high
And wash us away.
We still have got each other.
You look just like your mother
You look just like your father
Forgive me, my father,
The sun is smiling,
So let roses be red?
Sent by: Adri Watkins (LoSt GirL)
Compositores: Kris Roberts, Darran Smith, Matthew Lee Davies Kreye (Matt Davies), Ryan Richards, Gareth Royston Davies (Gareth Davies)
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