You wander rather slowly through the *** and weary streets
You're feeling kinda lonely as the darkness you meet
You've been away for such a long time and your day has just begun
In your pocket there's but a ***e and you can't seem to find the sun
The conquest of the red rose has come to a burnt out end
You're telling yourself it wasn't you who
chose the way your life ought to spend
You stumble rather sadly down the thin and
dusty road You're moving lately madly as the
world drops its load You've been sane in such a cold way that
your soul did not agree You were there in much the heartache,
there
was nothing left to see The conquest of the red rose has come to a
burnt out end You're telling yourself it wasn't you who
chose the way your life ought to spend
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The conquest of the red rose has come to a burnt out end
You're telling yourself it wasn't you who
chose the way your life ought to spend