love me while I'm living, before I'm gray and old
touch my aging body before my skin turns cold
the ground is asking questions, digging holes that fill with air
will you love me while I'm living, before I'm laying there?
assuming that I know it, some words don't come from you
a heart can break real slowly, as parts become unglued
my mind is seeking answers, though I act like I don't care
will you love me while I'm living, before you're never here?
plan to throw a party, make a list of who's to come
those you've disregarded, make peace where there's been none
our world's are very different, though we live in the same one
will you love me while I'm living, before we're dead and gone?
love me while I'm living, before we're dead and gone.
...ramble on...
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