| Have you ever known a love that’s lived on after
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| A heart’s last beat or a lung’s last sigh
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| Well I think I found it
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| And I wonder what it means to say forever
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| 'Cause my mind can only try to comprehend
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| There’s no way around it
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| But I’ll spend my days living to show her
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| When all the canyons have run dry
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| And all the birds have sung their songs
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| When all the blue has left the sky
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| I’ll stop loving her
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| When all the stars have died
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| And I wonder will she know how I’m feeling
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| 'Cause sometimes my words can only complicate
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| Well I wanna show her
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| In every fire, I wanna be her rain
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| In all of the nights, I wanna be her everlasting day
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| Again and again and again
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| And when all the canyons have run dry
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| When all the birds have sung their songs
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| And all the blue has left the sky
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| I’ll stop loving her
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| When all the stars have died
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| Well I hope that she knows
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| That my love doesn’t go when I go
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| Well I hope that she knows
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| That my love doesn’t go when I go
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| Well I hope that she knows
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| Oh, I hope that she knows
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| That when all the canyons have run dry
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| And all the birds have sung their songs
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| And all the blue has left the sky
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| And when the sun’s forgotten how to shine
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| And gravity has lost its hold
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| And when all the blue has left the sky
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| I’ll stop loving her
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| I’ll stop loving her
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| When all the stars have died |