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It’s meaningles this fleeting bliss
That i won’t remember tomorrow
Everything i have is something i borrowed
I fell asleep today i woke up in hell
They ask me how i’m doing i think i’m doing well
I hope that she loves me i hope that she loves me i hope that she loves me tomorrow