Ryan Adams Cold Roses

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The mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a sunday morning in her saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose.

The lights over the midway melt on the street
In a sunday shoes, with her saturday feet
She don't love who he choose
She don't need what she use.

Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses.

Nothing but the sunlight will 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 and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses.

Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses...