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Rosie was a lonely girl
She said she was born that way
She always was that way
She left home at just six weeks
Got a new home like you're supposed to do
What else is there to do
She fell in love and settled down
Up on Fourth Street, on the edge of town
She'd feel alone in a crowded room
Sing when she heard a happy tune
It would be nice to go and play
Till they took her balls away
Just took her life away
And doing nothing isn't fun
When you've nowhere to play and run
Nowhere left to run
She'd visit the dog park every day
Every time be turned away
Just twenty steps around her new room
Staying in bed long passed noon
Puppies grow old so soon
Past the dogs that gather there
Pain masked by there narcotic stares
But no one really cares
Her dreams were cut up and bled dry
A million voices in her cry
Rosie waits, her world is her window
And Rosie hates just what she doesn't know
And Rosie hates the world below
And Rosie loves
She Loves to much to know.
She said she was born that way
She always was that way
She left home at just six weeks
Got a new home like you're supposed to do
What else is there to do
She fell in love and settled down
Up on Fourth Street, on the edge of town
She'd feel alone in a crowded room
Sing when she heard a happy tune
It would be nice to go and play
Till they took her balls away
Just took her life away
And doing nothing isn't fun
When you've nowhere to play and run
Nowhere left to run
She'd visit the dog park every day
Every time be turned away
Just twenty steps around her new room
Staying in bed long passed noon
Puppies grow old so soon
Past the dogs that gather there
Pain masked by there narcotic stares
But no one really cares
Her dreams were cut up and bled dry
A million voices in her cry
Rosie waits, her world is her window
And Rosie hates just what she doesn't know
And Rosie hates the world below
And Rosie loves
She Loves to much to know.
When my housemates go to work every day, they leave the radio playing to keep me company. This is my new blog of my favorite songs. And who said we needed thumbs?
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