| Hold my hand as I’m lowered
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| And please don’t see me as a coward
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| For death, I do not forsake thee
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| Though your dark stare is always upon me
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| Well, I fell in love with a world in you
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| Well, I fell in love with a world in you
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| O Death, do not feel like the victor
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| 'Cause my poor life makes you none the richer
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| Oh, your cold hands are clutching at cloth
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| I leave nothing on Earth that won’t rot
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| Well, I fell in love with the world in you
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| Well, I fell in love with the world in you
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| Well, I fell in love with the world in you
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| And now I feel cold
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| Well, I fell in love with the world in you
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| And now I feel holier |