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Life is no garden of roses, more like a thistle in time Sailing past, 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? Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold Ahahahah Life is a garden of roses, roses just wither and die 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? Life is a garden of Roses, roses just wither and die (Grazie a Saintgold per questo testo) From Letras Mania