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My love is like a red red rose, 
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Snake on her shoulder and ring in her nose 
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Sleeping it off in her swaddling clothes,  
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innocent as she lies. 
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I dont know where she comes from, 
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Hanging with dealers and slick back scum. 
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Dreaming of a Summer that never comes,  
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waiting for me to die 

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She is the daughter of the joshua tree,  
Bm                                      G 

long time losers and og wanna be's 
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Mammas in the corn and the fields are fallow, 
Bm                                   G 

Soul needs saving but im to dam shallow. 



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Sweet lorreta is pretty little nine, 
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kicks like a mule but she bites just fine. 
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I aint cleaned her in a mighty long time, 
Bm                             F#m
taking her out tonight. 
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Drip her in a bucket of kerosene,  
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Mr Rogers on my tv screen. 
E                         Bm 
Friendlist sucker i've ever seen,  
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We are precious in his sight   

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We are the children in the joshua tree,   
Bm                                      G           A 

Long time losers and og wanna be's 
                   Bm           A 

Mammas in the corn and the fields are baron.  
Bm                                        G 

Roof needs fixing but im way passed caring.  
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Othelia drowned in the cold cold flood, 
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A thorn by any other name draws blood. 
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Deep red drops on a scarlet bud 
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Daddy we're coming home. 
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We dont know where home lays now 
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But we'll turn up some dam how 
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Drawn to the barn and the busted plough 
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And the graves are over grown 
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We are the children of the joshua tree,  
Bm                                       D            
long time losers and og wanna be's 
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Mammas in the corn and the fields been trampled, 
Bm                                       G                  A 
You can't reason with a soul in shambles.