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She was a flower for the takin',
Her beauty cut just like a knife...
He was a banker from Macon,
Swore he'd love her all his life...
Bought her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot a land...
But paradise became her prison,
That Georgia banker was a jealous man!
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Every time he'd talk about her,
You could see the fire in his eyes...
He'd say,
"I would walk through Hell on Sunday,
To keep my Rose in Paradise..."
He hired a man to tend the garden,
Keep an eye on her while he was gone..
Some say they ran away together...
Some say that gardner left alone...
Now the banker is an old man...
That mansion's cum-ble-ing down...
He sits all day and stares at the garden...
Not a trace of her was ever found...
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Every time he talks about her,
You can see the fire in his eyes...
He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday,
To keep my Rose in Paradise.."
Now there's a rose out in the garden...
Its beauty cuts just like a knife...
They say that it even grows in the winter time...
And blooms in the dead of the night...
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Crying Don't Even Come Close |
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FALLIN' OUT
Writer Denny Lile
We fell into a fallin' out
You are the one that I just can't figure out
But I do believe I want to
Like a girl in a picture show
You are the one that I'd like to know
And I do, I do believe I need to
And I do, I do believe that I feel like
I'm watching a dove that's falling
It's love and it's going down
The songbird is calling a slipaway darling
So if there's a way show me how
Just to tell you I love you
You don't have to show me what's in your eyes
Find me a way to apologize and I will
I do believe I need to
And you can take forever to sympathize
But you know it's raining in my insides
âCause I do, I do believe I love you
And I do, I do believe that I feel like
I'm watching a dove that's falling
It's love and it's going down
The songbird is calling a slipaway darling
So if there's a way show me how
Just to tell you I love you
I feel a broken heart tumblin'
Do you remember what you said way back then
You used to say I love you
And lost in the light of a second chance
I feel the rhythm but you won't dance
And I do, I do believe I need to
And I do, I do believe that I feel like
I'm watching a dove that's falling
It's love and it's going down
The songbird is calling a slipaway darling
So if there's a way show me how
Just to tell you I love you
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( with Jessi Colder )
Deep in the west where the tall mountains grow I've gone home
Where the heavens above turn red from the fire down below
Are you listening to me when I'm talking to you
Said together we're one divided we're through
Divided we're through
Silver friend at night yellow friend you come with the dawn
Back in my heart I've been drying my eyes see me run
So you hang on to me and I'll hang on to you
Said together we're one divided we're through
Divided we're through
( steel )
Refusing to talk I suppose that it's all for love's sake
And learning to give that's important before you can take from me
Are you listening to me when I'm talking to you
Said together we're one divided we're through
So you hang on to me and I'll hang on to you
Said together we're one divided we're through
Divided we're through
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His father was a Princeton lawyer
A man of means
His mother summa-cum-laude
Former beauty queen
With a house as big as a hotel
On Spencer Boulevard
That's where he got his start
Eighteen years of summer camp
And private schools
All American golden boy
With a silver spoon
His future held all the promise of a president
Wonder where it went
It's hard to be the crowned prince
When it all hits home
You can't hide behind the wall
Around the throne
The real world's not a playground
It's a danger zone
You find out who you really are
When the pressures on
He's the first one in his family to wind up second best
He couldn't pass the test
His share of the fortune
Spent on saving face
His family comes to visit
On the holidays
Sometimes it's so quite there
He hears the flowers bloom
He's got a private room
It's hard to be the crowned prince
When it all hits home
You can't hide behind the wall
Around the throne
Insanity is a state of mind
Where life begins
Or where it ends
It all depends
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