The roses in the window box Have tilted to one side Everything about this house Was born to grow and die Oh it doesnt seem a year ago To this very day You said Im sorry honey If I dont change the pace I cant face another day And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldnt hold you So I split the band Love lies bleeding in my hands I wonder if those changes Have left a scar on you Like all the burning hoops of fire That you and I passed through Youre a bluebird on a telegraph line I hope youre happy now Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl Youll make it back somehow
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