Over my dead body
If one day Death came to your door
I'll make sure that before he steals your soul
It'll be me who he has to pass through
So when I'll go up there before you
I'll tell every star in the night sky
To form the stairways when you come by
I'll paint the moon so bright
That it feels like she has her own light
So you will never need the darkness to hide
And always rise like the booming tide
You will leave the earth feeling sore
How it shall lose something so pure
The colour palettes would turn monochrome
But I'll see you up there in our new home
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