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We’ll be
together again – I
assure you! I’m sure
of it from the
bottom of my
almost-broken heart!
Just keep in mind
that we will stumble
into obstacles and
we must fight
together to win this
time around! We need
to work as a
terrific,
totally-prepared
team, letting out
fired-up, fervor
fuel and confident
steam at the same
time – sweet! I just
wanna joyfully
scream, but I must
be self-controlled –
so, instead, I shall
gladly beam!
*CHORUS* & *BRIDGE*
I reduce to dust…I
must…I must move on
with life one way or
another…take my
advice or have it
your way, okay?
I hate to say this,
but from the
beginning of time
till the end of
time, I knew you
were the black
checkers and I were
the white checkers–
maybe we’re
opposites that
attract – two peas
in a pod to be
exact…tomorrow,
we’re expected to
tie with each other
and go our separate
ways…if you would
agree without any
disputes or
quarreling or
arguing involved –
our future fate is
awaiting us to run
to it…we’re heading
another direction
and it makes me
wanna scream instead
of beam, though
we’re on each
other’s team – move
forward like a
mountain,
fast-flowing stream
with many petite
fish in it – is this
a dream or is this
reality? I’m happy
to the supreme! 
*CHORUS* & *2nd BRIDGE*
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
starting to scare me
– run away from me,
you horrendous,
hatred-headstrong
hare!
You have one last
chance to change…
It’s our last option
to rearrange…
It’s time to adjust
to this phase
Graze in your own
maze…graze in your
own blazing maze
From the bottom of
my heart, I know
that you are my
genial angel that
caught my
daydream-like gaze
It’s my time to fly
and it’s your time
to wave goodbye
To the
tragedy…dragging us
down with
catastrophic
purposes and we can
outrun it by flying
so high…
We’re flying so
high…a little too
high, but we’re
making sure we reach
above the aqua-blue
sky, feeling the
blessed breeze pass
us by
You have one more
strike until you’re
out…
You’re still a
peace-abiding angel
without a doubt…
It’s time to land on
another grand land
Do you understand
what’s close at
hand?
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and I’m
thinking life is
unfair; it’s like a
game of truth and
dare – dare to
wonder what’s close
at hand?
I’ll lead you to the
Promiseland…dare me
to tell you where’s
the grand land? It’s
in the Joyous Island
– you’re down to run
a perilous, yet
incredible
journey-like errand?
Bon voyage! You and
I are no longer
reduced to sand, but
a rock that’s
ground-bound –
making a
superstar-like stand
– that’s mighty
mind-blowing and
grand
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