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Yellow Roses

Highly Suspect

I've always wondered what it's like
To have a perfect little life
Like the ones I seen on the silver screen
You know I love to make believe, so
I've always wondered what it's like

It must be nice

Oh, no, it's gone, baby
We coulda had it all
The cars, the clothes, the house
That's filled with yellow roses, dogs, and kids
Good God, I'm gone
But I'll be outside the window
The one I'm staring into
In the middle of the night

Life is a prison, and I'm sitting in it's bars
Double my vision
I see what's missin'
A life that coulda been ours
She livin' in my dreams
And the rent dirt cheap
But I can't pay the bills if I'm living in my sleep, so
I guess I'll party twice as hard

Yeah, but it must be nice

Oh, no, it's gone, baby
We coulda had it all
The cars, the clothes, the house
That's filled with yellow roses, dogs, and kids
Good God, I'm gone
But I'll be outside the window
The one I'm staring into
In the middle of the night

(Oh, it must be nice)

Oh, no, it's gone, baby
We coulda had it all
The cars, the clothes, the house
That's filled with yellow roses
Good God, I'm gone
But I'll be outside the window
The one I'm staring into
In the middle of the night

Oh, it must be nice
It must be nice

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