Paper Roses / Marie Osmond
I realize the way Your eyes deceived me
With tender looks That I mistook for love
So take away the flowers That you gave me
And send the kindness That you remind me of
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Paper roses Paper roses
Oh, how real Those roses seemed to be
But they're only Imitation
Like your imitation love For me
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I thought that You would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness At the start
But like the sweet red roses Made of paper
There isn't any sweetness In your heart
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