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First: when the bad times come I need to know: will you be here ? When surrounded & trapped I'll cry Will you stand by me ? Hold my hand when it shivers As I'll hear them coming My breath hard & the fever The blood in my throat and in my temples Exhausted by fear, when I need to rest; YOU Would I hide here ? In the bottom of your cellar Or under sheets: would I hide here ? A walk through the cold Struck down by hunger and the light Of your room at night, can I trust the light? When I am gone after Y2K because of you Will you bring me books of truth With a little candle Stand still, under the threat Would I hide here? In the tunk of your car Or in your bathroom: would I hide here ? From Letras Mania