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I've got to make something out of life somehow,
Because there's just something I have got to do.
There's not reasons left to give up on living now,
Because baby I've found everything and that is you
I'm sorry if I don't love you like I should,
And sometimes I may not always be there.
I promise to love you in the ways I could,
And when no one else does; baby I will care.
Life will get tough again and we both may cry,
But I'll be holding your hand through thick and thin.
Without you I have all those reasons just to die,
No matter what happens I'll love you with everything i got.