When the sun becomes cold
and on the day when we grow old.
Know that i'll be there for you.
If you take some of the few
solemn words i have said,
make these words into a bed
that you can rest your heart and soul on.
'Cause soon I will be gone
you know the lengths I would go to
just to hear you say i love you.
You have my heart and soul,
I don't care what kind of toll
it will take on me.
Bottom line is I would rather be
dead in the dirt,
all mangled and hurt.
Then to live a day
with your love momentarilly at bay.
Till death do us part,
and even when clouds surround us
i will never betray your trust
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