(Ryan Adams & The Cardinals) Mirrors in the room go black and blue On a Sunday morning in Saturday shoes We don't choose who we love We don't choose In a Sunday suit, with the Saturday beat She don't love who she chose She don't need what she do Daylight comes in exposin' Saturday bruises and cold roses Cold roses Nothin' but the sunlight'll help you grow from underneath your bed You can't see the window We don't choose what we see We don't choose Fortunate and angry just like a child All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time We don't choose what we love And she don't need what she got Daylight comes in exposin' Saturday bruises and cold roses Cold roses Cold roses Cold roses Cold roses
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