And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
In the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,
And in dreaming I would while away the hours.
Long, long gone yesterday,
And the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed.
Well, I made, and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired of trying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Well, I wasted years,
All the useless, bitter tears.
If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start.
I knew life was long,
And I knew life could go wrong,
But I never knew my life would break my heart.
Dreams die harder than pride.
I have learned my lesson well.
I will put them both aside.
'Cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,
And I guess that's just too bad for poor old me.
'Cause I made, and I'm gonna lie in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows And the still air is sweet with summer flowers; In the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream, And in dreaming I would while away the hours. Long, long gone yesterday, And the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed. Well, I made, and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses. I'm tired of trying to be free. Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses. Bed of roses I believed my life would be. Well, I wasted years, All the useless, bitter tears. If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start. I knew life was long, And I knew life could go wrong, But I never knew my life would break my heart. Dreams die harder than pride. I have learned my lesson well. I will put them both aside. 'Cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses. I'm tired and I'm dying to be free. Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses. Bed of roses I believed my life would be. Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies, And I guess that's just too bad for poor old me. 'Cause I made, and I'm gonna lie in my bed of roses. Bed of roses I believed my life would be. Bed of roses I believed my life would be. Explain Request ×
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