Every breath could be my very last,
but I take it without thinking.
Every step could be my very last,
but I take it without thinking.
Every day could be my very last,
but I live it without thinking.
Why do we take everything for granted, when it all could very well end today?
but I take it without thinking.
Every step could be my very last,
but I take it without thinking.
Every day could be my very last,
but I live it without thinking.
Why do we take everything for granted, when it all could very well end today?
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