Not till you die, till I die.
When you die I will pick up the pieces.
I will still be there,
For you and your family,
And for the friends that will miss you,
As I truly will.
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Not till you die, till I die.
When you die I will pick up the pieces.
I will still be there,
For you and your family,
And for the friends that will miss you,
As I truly will.
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