| Cross my heart will never die, the pain I face is across the sky, the sky
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| Will plan it out for us to carve our sculptures out of dust?
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| Billy, Billy, when you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| Cross my heart, cross the sky, your always burning in my eye
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| Eyes that always keep you near, friends may die but you’re still here
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| Billy, Billy, when you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| Billy, Billy, when you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| Owww, owww, when you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| When you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| When you die you don’t really die
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| You just pitch yourself across the sky
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| (You just pitch yourself across the sky) |