Well Met
Face the fears, and grab ahold
No going back, its time to break the mold
Heart beating fast, will we make it
We are on a runaway track, that I take it--
The World is well met, don't you forget
The World is well met, no room for regret
Now don't you cry, trust me I will be here
We are well met, so here there is no fear...
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