Her life exists within my cells.
I laugh her laugh and cry her cry.
If I let go, my soul will die,
And the dirt, the dirt will be my sky.
I'll rise, then fall and sink below
To bottomless pits, if I let go,
And then you'll see my soul will die,
And the dirt, the dirt will be my sky.
Nobody knows the pain it caused,
What sufference came without her there.
I need to see her, or my soul will die,
And the dirt, the dirt will be my sky.
The blood runs thin within my soul
Whenever she ceases to watch my whole.
Without her here my blood'll run dry, ...my soul will die,
And the dirt, the dirt will be my sky.
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