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Friday, 2 August 2019

Last Of The English Roses (Pete Doherty)

This time I will almost make it
This time I will feel for sure
All alone now
With no more time to fake it
For you loneliness is my cure
This time I will delve deeper
This time I will engage the pure
All alone now
With no more time to be the keeper
For you emptiness I will endure

And why wouldn’t one repeat it
Again and again and again
Why wouldn’t one
Seek out a place to keep it
The stain, the stain, the stain
Yes, why, yes, and why not why
To carry your rose beside you
Yes, why not cry, and cry, and cry
For the English Rose
Which you coloured blue


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