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It's funny how we turn to love in need,
When I feel down I often run to you,
Somehow you always know just what I need,
And what it will take for me to pull through.
It's no surprise that it's to you I turn,
You're little bits of me that I've mislaid,
And when I'm just about to crash and burn
You take my hand and all my troubles fade.
I hear my cynic serpent side and hiss
But when I'm near you cynicism's gone,
Your love replaces all that is amiss
And turns to gold all that it shines upon.
So in my hour of need you're where I go,
And all I love and all I need to know.

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