Fine tunes and finer friends
I'd hate for this time to end
But in the end, everything ends
And all your friends will be dead.
You can try to make amends,
But it doesn't matter in the end
because in the end, everything ends
And there'll be no one with whom to make amends.
I see no point to the things you send,
Because everything brakes in the end
Because in the end, everything ends
And no one will be there to get the things you send
But if in the end, everything ends
Then why can't we have fun my friend
Come with me, and we'll pretend
That it all matters in the end
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