| When I fear the touch, of the highway´s call
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| When I close my eyes and the dreams won´t come
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| When the world has set me free
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| Will you still be with me?
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| My Loverman
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| When the reaper´s whip falls across my back
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| Will you lay me down, on a bed of stone
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| In that long and silent sleep, will you be with me?
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| What if I just go flying away?
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| What would you say?
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| Would you wait a million years?
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| Would you cry a million tears for me?
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| Or would you take my hand?
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| Would you fly away with me?
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| Would you be with me?
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| Loverman
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| When the hour glass is broken
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| And the final word is spoken
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| When fate has lost it´s power
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| This word will still be ours Loverman
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| Oh, my Loverman
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| Yeah
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| What if I just go flying away?
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| What would you say?
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| Would you steal me from the cold?
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| Would you lead me to my soul again?
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| And when we reach the end, when we face eternity
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| Would you be with me, my Loverman?
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| Oh, Loverman
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| Yeah |