December 4, 1996 A. Myles/D. Wild Opening slowly I sit by the water, I'm broken There's nothing left to say Red, Red Roses All but one yellow bud The gentle thud of unrequited love... Am I protected by this thorn in my heart? What must I have been thinking of? The roses of recognition Or the yellow rose of unrequited love... Here in the aftermath, Hopes crashed asunder I wonder, Can I camouflage my sadness? Begging forgiveness I don't understand love How could I not notice my madness? Red, Red Roses All but one yellow bud The gentle thud of unrequited love... Am I protected by this thorn in my heart? What must I have been thinking of? The roses of recognition Or the yellow rose unrequited love... Holding my head up To fight off their glances I shifted and picked up My coat and my glasses Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness I've lifted my spirits but still I am sleepless Am I protected by this thorn in my heart? What must I have been thinking of? The roses of recognition Or the yellow rose unrequited love... What must I have been thinking of?
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