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Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late
She's pilin' boxes in front of the door tryng to block it
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, so baby don't feel no pain
And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
Piling
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn