Monday, November 20, 2006

From the front lines can it be seen
We adoring every move You make

Beyond the competing, we are the strangers
Falling ever forward through the web of You
Subtle lies lost on life

Too good to last too long in love
To pretty for a world like us to love
Too much like anything just out of reach
Too much, You're too much like a special little gift

Special little, special little gift
To me, to all, to all, to me
We all think You're real special
Like a cancer, like a blindness
Like a special indeed

Does he bend and fold and stretch just to cross Your sky?
Does he thank You for the pain and take the beating just like I?
You special little pretty thing - A wonder in the world
You're special, special just like ME!

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