Life is no garden of roses
More like a vessel in time
Sailing fast
Waiting for no one this time
Sailing fast
Waiting for no one this time

Now that you've killed me with your eyes
Why did you push me away
How will I make it without you
How will I go on my way

Everthing feels cold in the winter
Everthing feels cold
Everthing feels cold in the winter
Everthing feels cold

Life is no garden of roses More like a vessel in time Sailing fast Waiting for no one this time Sailing fast Waiting for no one this time Now that you've killed me with your eyes Why did you push me away How will I make it without you How will I go on my way Everthing feels cold in the winter Everthing feels cold Everthing feels cold in the winter Everthing feels cold

Having Roses On Their Death Bed, Are Her Holy Dreams For The Night With Mr Right Now

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