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When we met
All fire and music
The world stopped
And spun the other way
We became the two-headed
Lead character of a sitcom
Everyone was watching
Aren't they cute and good for a laugh?
Upon making our CD collection joint
And adapting to the way
Each other drives
We postition matching rocking chairs
So they face the sun
But
The sun sets
Rocking chairs aren't rollercoasters
Someone drives like a funeral
CDs get dusty
This show's a syndicated rerun
The world's a globe on your desk
Music fades and fire burns
What then?
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