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If pulling through is to survive without a meaning You could say I'm doing well these days Despite the years, and the tired eyed circles That always seem to find their way I still manage to make a living Pulling dead flowers from their graves This train of thought has never been healthy I'm told it's a one way ticket to hell But tell me where I can find my place When I'm still trapped in this well Plunging my head under the water For more dead flowers that I can sell I'm only getting older As the time keeps passing by Don't ask me for the answers Cause I'm still wondering Why I was left to die here Without a cause for concern To build upon my empire Making my living from the dead I've searched the world over Letras de cancionesA hundred thousand times You think you've found the answer But you're left off wondering Why you've been forsaken Once again, as your maker Sends out for a loveless garden Of dead flowers on the side If pulling through is to survive without a meaning You could say I'm doing well these days Despite the years, and the tired eyed circles That always seem to find their way I still manage to make a living From Letras Mania