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Jul 2011
Nothing seemed to matter.
Not school, life, or air.
Nothing, until i met you;
And you said you'd be there.

So much has happened;
God knows that's true.
But not nearly enough,
To end my love for you.

Distance is scary;
Yes, i agree
But as long as I'm alive,
It's your's, i will be.

It was always you,
That inspired me most.
And if my heart were a party;
Then you'd be the host.
Written by
Alan Bishop
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