i smell the roses in the morning
i enter my favourite time
i do things i like, most
time is short, shortened
i don't party -my life is my party -i guard, my life
you guard yours, keep a distance
thats the only way
butah..ah we can still go
looks like there's hope to party
for mylife is my party
like a lion death is roaring.
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