Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I don't need another fake, coming to my funeral
I don't need another fake, coming to my f*cking shows
Bury me six feet deep, with all the lies that i keep
Bury me underneath, until my soul starts to dream
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
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Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I don't need another fake, coming to my funeral
I don't need another fake, coming to my f*cking shows
Bury me six feet deep, with all the lies that i keep
Bury me underneath, until my soul starts to dream
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I don't need another fake, coming to my funeral
I don't need another fake, coming to my f*cking shows
Bury me six feet deep, with all the lies that i keep
Bury me underneath, until my soul starts to dream
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
I can't wait to die, look my maker in his eyes
Telling him that everything he put me through left me dry
Yea, dead roses
Yea, dead roses
Writer: Paul Gorman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid