When the front door of death
Springs open or I fall
Under the axe of my time
Or when I'm shot in the woods
And tossed into the ocean
To go on drifting for days
Or when I'm carried out on a stretcher
And slipped into a plastic bag
Or when I slowly suffocate
Unable to remember our names
Or gratefully my heart just stops
And they find me slumped in my chair
However it happens it doesn't matter
I'll still be here waiting for you
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