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I carry my funeral roses
Brought for good fortune
Brings only harm

Today, the bet is still on
who will grow old and who will die young
I wear the roses and your precious herbs
in the end, we will all fall down

Wake up, we must grow older
Hear me, before my words are drowned

I've got one foot in the grave
No burden but my own shoulders
I feel the arrows deep within
The hearts of all the ones who fall
Wake up, we must grow older
Hear me, before my words are drowned
Lay down
Rest, my friend

I carry my funeral roses
Brought for good fortune
Brings only harm

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