| Love of mine
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| Someday you will die
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| But I'll be close behind
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| I'll follow you into the dark
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| No blinding light
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| Or tunnels to gates of white
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| Just our hands clasped so tight
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| Waiting for the hint of a spark
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| If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
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| Illuminate the "No"s on their Vacancy signs
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| If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
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| Then I'll follow you into the dark
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| In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule
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| I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
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| And I held my tongue as she told me, "Son
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| Fear is the heart of love," so I never went back
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| If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
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| Illuminate the "No"s on their Vacancy signs
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| If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
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| Then I'll follow you into the dark
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| You and me have seen everything to see
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| From Bangkok to Calgary
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| And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
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| The time for sleep is now
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| It's nothing to cry about
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| 'Cause we'll hold each other soon
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| In the blackest of rooms
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| And if Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
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| And illuminate the "No"s on their Vacancy signs
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| If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
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| Then I'll follow you into the dark
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| Then I'll follow you into the dark |