When I think about dying
I think about children
And when I think about children
I think about you
And when I think about you
I feel like crying
Crying for my youth
And when I think of my youth
I think of my freedom
And when I think of my freedom
I feel so alone
And when I feel lonely
I want you to hold me
Hold me in your arms
Oooh oooooh oohooooooohooh
Oooh oooh
And when I think of your arms
I think about sleeping
And when we make love
I think about children
And I think about dying
Lying in your arms
You want to know why I?m crying
Now you know
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