A x2 A Hold my hand as I'm lowered A And please don't see me as a coward A For death, I do not forsake thee A Though your dark stare is always upon me A Well, I fell in love with a world in you A Well, I fell in love with a world in you
A x2 A O Death, do not feel like the victor A 'Cause my poor life makes you none the richer A Oh, your cold hands are clutching at cloth A I leave nothing on Earth that won't rot A Well, I fell in love with a world in you A Well, I fell in love with a world in you A Well, I fell in love with the world in you A And now I feel cold A Well, I fell in love with the world in you A And now I feel hol-ier A
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