dozen roses
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Your loves a dozen roses (his) Your loves a pot of gold Your love is unconditional It’s music to my soul (it’s worth more than you know) It’s music to my ears When I hear about your love When I hear about your son Who you sent to die for us He Rose on the third day Like he said he would If it was want for this love IDE be dead from doing drugs But I’m not I survived Tell the devil nice try I rose and I peddled And took off on my bike extraterrestrial Pointing to where I’m headed too A world beyond the stars To the heavens real far But I rose and pedaled away from who I was V bb reset the Drose on the third day he rose
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Your loves a dozen roses (his) Your loves a pot of gold Your love is unconditional It’s music to my soul (it’s worth more than you know) It’s music to my ears When I hear about your love When I hear about your son Who you sent to die for us He Rose on the third day Like he said he would If it was want for this love IDE be dead from doing drugs But I’m not I survived Tell the devil nice try I rose and I peddled And took off on my bike extraterrestrial Pointing to where I’m headed too A world beyond the stars To the heavens real far But I rose and pedaled away from who I was V bb reset the Drose on the third day he rose
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