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Till Death Do We Part
The roses cry,
The crickets sing,
People lie,
Spirits take wing.
The sunset is red,
The dead's tear is blue,
When I'm gone forever,
Who's going to look after you?
Babies grow up,
Corpses go down,
People get hurt,
Life goes round.
Well, you are here,
And I am not,
Do you still come here?
To my grave thats left to rot?
The moments of life,
That I've already lived,
Were not as bright,
As yours will soon become.
So live life to love,
To calm down the storm,
To see what's truly important,
And find out why you were born.
Do not live in fear,
Do not live in dread,
For I will always be with you here,
In my heart that's already dead.
I see them shoot up,
I see them fly by,
I see them go back,
But only clouds come to cry.
For that's the way,
We were laid to rest,
Eyes closed,
Hands on our chests.
Flowers galore,
On our big day,
Loads of crowds,
But nobody came to stay.
I watched them leave,
One by one,
None of them ever came back,
After the day was done.
The roses cried,
The crickets sang,
The girl that died,
Could never feel her heartbreak again...
The crickets sing,
People lie,
Spirits take wing.
The sunset is red,
The dead's tear is blue,
When I'm gone forever,
Who's going to look after you?
Babies grow up,
Corpses go down,
People get hurt,
Life goes round.
Well, you are here,
And I am not,
Do you still come here?
To my grave thats left to rot?
The moments of life,
That I've already lived,
Were not as bright,
As yours will soon become.
So live life to love,
To calm down the storm,
To see what's truly important,
And find out why you were born.
Do not live in fear,
Do not live in dread,
For I will always be with you here,
In my heart that's already dead.
I see them shoot up,
I see them fly by,
I see them go back,
But only clouds come to cry.
For that's the way,
We were laid to rest,
Eyes closed,
Hands on our chests.
Flowers galore,
On our big day,
Loads of crowds,
But nobody came to stay.
I watched them leave,
One by one,
None of them ever came back,
After the day was done.
The roses cried,
The crickets sang,
The girl that died,
Could never feel her heartbreak again...
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