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i’m told that our lives aren’t worth much
they pass like an instant, like wilting roses
i’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
making its coat of our sorrows.
yet someone told me…

that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?

i’m told that fate makes fun of us
that it gives us nothing and promises everything
when happiness seems to be within our reach
we reach out and find ourselves like fools
yet someone told me…

that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?

well? could that be possible?

so who said that you still loved me?
i don’t remember any more, it was late at night
i can still hear the voice, but I can no longer see the face
“he loves you, it’s secret, don’t tell him I told you.”
you see, someone told me

that you still loved me
did someone really tell me?
that you still loved me
well, could that be possible?

i’m told that our lives aren’t worth much
passing in an instant, like wilting roses
i’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
making its coat of our sadnesses

that you still loved me
someone told me…
that you still loved me.
well? could that be possible?