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In the event I die tonight, I’m telling you I love you So that if I’m truly gone tomorrow, I’ll have no regrets On the way to heaven. And when I find those pearly gates, I could tell Gabriel to blow his horn As a signal to you, To let you know That fireflies are magical, And bees ride miniature broomsticks, That’s how they fly. I could let you know If you’ll actually need any of the math You learned in high school. I could let you know where our cat went, Or why our apartment Smelled like cinnamon. I could let you know Why the people who lived below us Hated the color purple, Or exactly when the boardwalk is the prettiest. I could let you know What kind of fireworks Our baby boy likes most, Or where the word, ‘Oreo’ Really came from. Of course, We’re only wondering now. We don’t have any of these answers. But when I die, I could ask God If I could write you a letter And tell you all the answers. But I don’t think I will. Cause when I die, I’ll have the pride of knowing the answers While you’re stuck here wondering. In the event I die tonight, I’m telling you I love you, So that if I’m truly gone tomorrow, I’ll have no regrets On the way to heaven. And when I find those pearly gates, I will tell Gabriel to blow his horn As a signal to you, To let you know That I know all the answers, And you don’t, So I’m claiming bragging rights.
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