<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=66080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Good Year For The Roses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick <br>On the cigarettes there in the ashtray <br>Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, <br>But at least your lips caressed them <br>While you packed <br>Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee <br>That you poured and didn't drink <br>But at least you thought you wanted it, <br>Tat's so much more than I can say for me <br>What a good year for the roses <br>Many blooms still linger there <br>The lawn could stand another mowin' <br>Funny I don't even care <br>As you turn to walk away <br>As the door behind you closes <br>The only thing I have to say <br>It's been a good year for the roses <br>After three full years of marriage, <br>It's the first time that you haven't made the bed <br>I guess the reason we're not talkin', <br>Tere's so little left to say we haven't said <br>While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind <br>I find I haven't said a word <br>From the bedroom the familiar sound <br>Of a baby's cryin' goes unheard <br>What a good year for the roses <br>Many blooms still linger there <br>The lawn could stand another mowin' <br>Funny I don't even care <br>As you turn to walk away <br>As the door behind you closes <br>The only thing I have to say <br>It's been a good year for the roses</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Elvis Costello - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=66080" data-title="A Good Year For The Roses" data-description="I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, But at least your lips caressed them While you packed Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee That you poured and didn't ..."></div> </div> </div>

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