Her
You make me feel alive again
Smiling, Crying, I've got my drive again
Take my hand and we’ll go where no one has before
As we explore
We open the door to endless possibilities
We close the door to repetitive activities
Everything is now, Everything is full
We are young, We are old
The good things are rare and hard to find
So when I do find her, I will make her mine
Only death can stop us, our adventure will live forever
They tell us time after time it's a hopeless endeavor
But I see your smile and I know it's real
I dare to risk it all
One day will be our last day and together we will fall
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