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Roses Grow [Live][*] by Concrete Blondeالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Roses Grow [Live][*] by Concrete Blonde

     

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Roses grow L.A.
Who'da thought
Right smack dab in the middle of what
With the belching buses
And broken bones
Devil pour me another shot
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

L.a.
After closing when it's down to me
And the same old souls
Well johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
That's what they say
Devil pour me another shot!
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow

Roxy is in tonight
She's styling around in her fishnet tights
And she's got more life at 65
Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night

Heavy metal
Young hard cock
What, can't you handle that kind of talk?
The strippers here they really rock
Devil pour me another shot
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow

Up through the glass (up through the glass)
Up through the broken glass (up through the broken glass)
In the hot red light of a black and white (in the hot red of a black and white)

Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow

Writer : NAPOLITANO, JOHNETTE LIN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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