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Just a little thing I wrote write after I got married!! |
| I would walk through hell for you And stop halfway To reflect on how much I love you And to pick up milk and bread from the store I can wash away your sins And the laundry I'd find you at the depths of the ocean And my heart And I'd find your lost necklace on the way Wipe your tears And the kitchen counters I'll mend everything inside you Pick up your pieces And replace the lost ones with my own While I'm at it I'll get to your socks and old tee shirts Fix you And myself And the dining room chair |