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Fake Roses Lyrics
Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Head laid softly by the ringer
Baby sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail lights
Her mama's Monte Carlo
She don't open up the gas bill
Just leaves it on the dashboard
It's a low and lonesome sound
When the wind sweeps through the pines
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind to better times
Takes the long way home from work
Car parked on the wrong side of the bridge
Country gold Saturday night and smokes and
You don't have to tell me any of this
Your heart is breaking
I hear what it's saying
And you don't have to tell me anything
He won't come around again
She don't open that front door
She hears that low and lonesome sound
She don't answer anymore
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Head laid softly by the ringer
Baby sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail lights
Her mama's Monte Carlo
She don't open up the gas bill
Just leaves it on the dashboard
When the wind sweeps through the pines
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind to better times
Car parked on the wrong side of the bridge
Country gold Saturday night and smokes and
You don't have to tell me any of this
I hear what it's saying
And you don't have to tell me anything
She don't open that front door
She hears that low and lonesome sound
She don't answer anymore
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