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Sep 19, 2005 20:36

I can't explain the state that I'm in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the back seat
Oh admiration in falling asleep
All of my powers day after day;
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
Deep in the tower, the Prairies below
I can tell you, but telling gets old
Terrible sting, and terrible storm
I can tell you the day we were born.
My friend is gone, he ran away.
I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
I can tell you I love him each day.
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you.
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