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Dec 24, 2003 11:47

If the end of the world came crashing down on him
He'd welcome it
With open arms like an old friend

And oh, super me
You're all that I long to be
Searching the skies and to my surprise
We always end up
In each other's arms
You help me to the discern

As I fall apart
You willed me to start again, again
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