Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the Reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the Reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you, baby
I have to praise you like I should
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you, baby
I have to praise you like I should
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you
I have to praise you like I should
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