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