Ryan Adams

Ryan Adams - Cold Roses songtekst

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(Ryan Adams & The Cardinals)



Mirrors in the room go black and blue

On a Sunday morning in Saturday shoes

We don't choose who we love

We don't choose



In a Sunday suit, with the Saturday beat

She don't love who she chose

She don't need what she do



Daylight comes in exposin'

Saturday bruises and cold roses

Cold roses



Nothin' but the sunlight'll help you grow from underneath your bed

You can't see the window

We don't choose what we see

We don't choose



Fortunate and angry just like a child

All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time

We don't choose what we love

And she don't need what she got



Daylight comes in exposin'

Saturday bruises and cold roses

Cold roses



Cold roses

Cold roses

Cold roses

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