I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
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On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
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Lyin' cold the way you left 'em,
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But at least your lips caressed them
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While you packed
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Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee
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That you poured and didn't drink
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But at least you thought you wanted it,
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Tat's so much more than I can say for me
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What a good year for the roses
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Many blooms still linger there
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The lawn could stand another mowin'
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Funny I don't even care
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As you turn to walk away
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As the door behind you closes
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The only thing I have to say
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It's been a good year for the roses
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After three full years of marriage,
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It's the first time that you haven't made the bed
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I guess the reason we're not talkin',
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Tere's so little left to say we haven't said
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While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind
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I find I haven't said a word
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From the bedroom the familiar sound
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Of a baby's cryin' goes unheard
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What a good year for the roses
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Many blooms still linger there
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The lawn could stand another mowin'
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Funny I don't even care
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As you turn to walk away
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As the door behind you closes
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The only thing I have to say
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It's been a good year for the roses
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Good Year For The Roses
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Elvis Costello |