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Simply living room scene
Photographs of you
The floor is a mess with my things
My jeans, my shoes
A voice called in the dead of the night
I heard it before, it never warns
We love to smell roses
There are no roses without thorns
Photographs of you
The floor is a mess with my things
My jeans, my shoes
A voice called in the dead of the night
I heard it before, it never warns
We love to smell roses
There are no roses without thorns
And I have loved
And I do
Still I love ... you ... you
Outside autumn leaves
Lightly kiss the ground
What once was luscious green
Now is gorgeous brown
And I have loved
And I do
Still I love ... you ... you
And I do
Still I love ... you ... you
Outside autumn leaves
Lightly kiss the ground
What once was luscious green
Now is gorgeous brown
And I have loved
And I do
Still I love ... you ... you
MOORE, ABRA J.
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© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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