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This story is No. 2 in the series "After Midnight". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander, Angel and company survived graduation... Can they survive freshman year, the underworld and the MPD?

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(Current Donor)DeepBlueJoyFR1828,3380205,56916 Jul 1218 Jul 12No

The Beat Goes On

Disclaimer: BtVS, NCIS, NCIS-LA, Bones and any other fictional worlds that might appear here do not belong to me. The story does.

Important: This is a slash story. It's a continuation of my story After Midnight, which was a slash story. As I said with the previous story, if you're looking for gratuitous porn, you will be extremely bored. On the other hand, if you're bothered by M-M (or M-F) sexual behavior, there very well may be some moments to skip.

This story covers season 4 of Buffy, and parts of season 5 as well as elements of season 1 of Angel. If you read the previous story, you'll understand that Angel the series won't exist as a separate entity.

Please let me know what you think... authors crave feedback.

Willow was proud of herself. In the four weeks since high school had ended, she’d come a long way. Giles was pleased. Harry and Luna were pleased. All the teachers who’d taught her, sent her or brought her assignments were pleased.

Willow had made excellent use of the time turner that Professor McGonagall had loaned her. Even Ethan, who’d paid another visit to town, which had turned into extended meetings with McGonagall, Harry and Luna, had been encouraging. He seemed to view her almost as his protégé.

“You’ve done well. It’s a pity we have to go back to Hogwarts early,” said Harry.

“If we can get things sorted out, we’ll come back before classes begin,” said Luna.

“I’ll keep working with Giles,” said Willow. “He’s gonna work with us once school starts anyway.”

Harry smiled at Willow, reminded profoundly of his friend Hermione. Few witches were as diligent in their studies as Willow was. Unlike some other powerful witches and wizards, she seemed disinclined to be lazy about learning the basics properly just because she could. He still worried, however. Her power seemed to be increasing even as she learned. Fortunately, her control was beginning to keep pace with her power and there were fewer and fewer mishaps.

In four intense weeks, Willow had taken a compressed version of all the subjects a first year would normally take. She’d easily mastered almost every spell, and had at least a handle on the rest. As he had suspected she would, she had excelled in defense against the dark arts and Luna was convinced she would be very with talented with potions as well, though that learning curve was steeper, since it required careful study and practice as much as it benefited from raw power.

Still, Harry thought he could see where Willow’s true talent lay. Defensive magic. Few subjects benefited as much from temperament as DADA, and Willow seemed to possess the ideal combination of diligence, intelligence and power. Her willingness to study hard, combined with her ability to grasp underlying complexities that some witches and wizards never fully mastered meant that at some point, she would surpass even him and Harry suspected that day would come far sooner than even he had expected.

Ethan’s predictions had proven frighteningly accurate. Harry fervently hoped that nothing would occur to corrupt Willow. Fortunately, her friends and her mentor seemed likely to give her a better support system than he’d had. She definitely wasn’t alienated from her peers the way that Tom Riddle had been, despite her troubling family issues.

In spite of his misgivings about Ethan, Harry too was becoming convinced that the man’s penchant for dangerous whimsy had been tempered by the restoration of his friendship with Mr. Giles. He might even serve as something of a cautionary tale for Willow. Luna had suggested that the relationship between Giles and Ethan went deeper than mere friendship, but Harry preferred not to speculate about that.

What he did know was that Ethan possessed a great deal of power – more than Giles, and certainly more than anyone else he’d met in Sunnydale besides Willow. If he were willing, Ethan could offer Willow a significant amount of guidance. Or he could thoroughly corrupt her. Only time would tell. Ethan’s willingness to develop wandless and even chaos magics troubled Harry more than a little. Although he’d pledged to use his power for good, Ethan had flatly refused to stop practicing wandless magics, stating that that would be like attempting to win a bar fight with one hand tied behind his back.

Given the hellmouth, Harry really didn’t know how to argue with that. Maybe it was time for him to learn a little bit more about ‘non wizarding’ magic himself. Even though Harry was very powerful, a part of him wished he’d mastered the instinctive control of magical elements the way that Ethan, and to a lesser extent, Giles had done. Giles, however, had none of the anger Harry saw in Ethan. It was clear that Ethan’s lifestyle had been almost feral over the last two decades. Nothing he or any of the others said would change Ethan’s attitude. Only time could do that.


“I’m not letting you go off on your own with two of the most evil vampires of all time, Ange,” said Xander. “I’m coming with you.”

“I’ll be fine, Xan,” said Angel, thinking it was ironic that Xander wanted to protect him of all people. It was a good feeling even if it wasn’t strictly necessary.

Angel also wasn’t ready to expose Xander to any more of his two most dangerous family members than he already had. It was one thing to deal with them when they showed up at the mansion on what Angel knew was their best behavior. It was another thing entirely to spend days or weeks on end in their company.

Despite all the ‘truths’ he’d shared with Xander, Angel knew Xander would find their behavior shocking. Between Dru’s mental issues and Spike’s provocative behavior, that was a bridge way further than Angel wanted to go. However, he had no idea just how to stop Xander and since this was far from their first conversation, he knew sooner or later he was going to have to give in. Now, of course, Xander had enlisted allies.

“Well, I agree with the Xan man,” said Faith.

“I think we all do,” said Buffy.

There were nods around the room. Only Giles and Joyce were absent and Angel knew that was quite deliberate.

“So you’re ganging up on me? You know I have to do this! This is the only way…”

“Maybe…” said Willow tentatively, raising her hand. “Maybe, we should do some more research?”

Xander glared at her. Willow put her hand down and lowered her gaze.

“Don’t think more research’s gonna do it, Red,” said Faith, smiling sympathetically in Willow’s direction. Willow perked up just a little. “The watchers haven’t found anything… and the magic gang doesn’t have anything either…”

“I hate to agree, but Faith’s right,” said Wesley.

“What, not smart enough for you?” asked Faith waspishly.

“Don’t do that, Faith!” said Wesley sharply. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I simply meant that I wish there were a better idea.”

“I got an idea,” said Faith. “How ‘bout I go with?”

“You know G won’t go for that,” said Wesley. “Besides, if something happens to Angel…”

“He might go for it if it wasn’t just her,” said Buffy. “I’m game. Beats going to LA to see my absent father.”

“You’re sure your mom will be OK with that?” asked Xander.

“I think my mother will be glad to get us out of her hair. She’s gettin’ all friendly with a certain deputy,” said Buffy, wriggling her eyebrows and making slightly naughty expressions.

“She could do worse,” said Faith. “He’s a babe.”

Buffy gave Faith a disgusted grimace. Faith grinned at her.

“Ewww. Only you would go there, Faith! Can we please get back to the topic at hand,” said Buffy, just a little defensively.

Faith smirked at her.

Buffy really didn’t want to talk or think about her mother’s love life, despite liking Josh Brooks quite a lot. She certainly did not want to think of her mother’s almost boyfriend as ‘hot’. He was old enough that her mother thought him as ‘boyfriend material’, but still young enough for Faith to perve on. She’d never really expected her mom to date someone eleven years younger than she was. Someone who was very cool, very fit and very attractive… damn! Buffy really did not want to go there, not even inside her head. Faith was such a bad influence!

“Yes, please, can we discuss my life some more,” said Angel, irritably.

“Maybe all three of us should go,” said Xander. “Two slayers would definitely even things up.”

“Not if something happens and Angelus comes out!” said Willow soberly.

There was silence.

“She does have a point,” said Wesley. “We really have no idea what Drusilla is up to.”

“She’s not going to try anything, Wes,” said Angel. “I know her.”

“Haven’t you asked yourself why she’s doing this?”

“I…” Angel hesitated.

Angel had ideas about Dru’s motivation, but he wasn’t about to voice any of them in front of Xander even though he suspected Xander had similar thoughts. He was much too conscious of the fact that he’d taken her several times on the very couch on which Xander was sitting. The whole situation was more than awkward.

Drusilla had obviously seen an opening to come back into his life, even though he still couldn’t believe she was willing to get her soul back in order to be able to reassemble her ‘family.’ Surely, she wasn’t that unbalanced? Angel had tried and failed to convince Spike to give up the location of the shaman, since Drusilla had been insistent that he could not succeed without them, and Spike was unwilling to risk losing her again.

“Um… I think, perhaps… that is… If both slayers are going to be there, that there should be a watcher with them,” said Willow who really didn’t like the idea of any of her friends alone with three dangerous vampires in the African bush.

Since her going with them was out of the question, it was all she could think of. She could feel Cordelia bristling beside her.

“Wes?” Cordelia didn’t look or sound happy.

“I think Willow’s right,” said Wesley, looking apologetic.

“Yeah, I know she is,” said a dejected Cordelia. “I just have one question…”

“What’s that?” asked Wesley.

“How are we gonna pay for four extra people to go half way across the planet for the entire summer?” asked Cordelia.

“I’ll pay for it,” said Angel.

Something about this arrangement felt right and Angel decided it was time to stop fighting the inevitable. It would actually make a bit of a dent in his savings, but losing his soul the first time had almost led to the end of the world, so it seemed like a small price to pay. He was careful with his investments; he would be fine.

“Angel!” said Wesley.

“You guys are doing this for me," said Angel. "If I can pay for Dru and Spike, I can pay for people I trust who want to watch my back. Besides, I can afford it. It’s actually gonna make traveling a whole lot simpler.”

“What do you mean?”

“Three of us traveling mostly by night? That was going to add time and risk to everything," said Angel. "And the cost of cruises this time of year? It’s insane... If we do it this way… well, if we do it this way, we could even consider flying…”

Angel realized something else. Not only would flying shorten the journey, it would also limit the amount of time that Xander and the others would have to spend around Spike and Drusilla and limit the chance they would kill someone, despite their promises not to.

“What do you mean?” asked Buffy.

“He means we can ship them as corpses,” said Xander, looking very unhappy about it.

“Oh,” said Buffy.

“Flying in the cabin’s too dangerous, Buffy. No way to avoid sunlight, especially for long flights,” Angel said. “Unless you have human minions, or you’re a client of someone like Wolfram and Hart, vampires don’t fly.”

“Yah, us. We’re minions,” said Buffy drolly.

The trek up the rocky mountainside in the dark would have been all but impossible for a human. Fortunately, Angel wasn’t human, and neither were Drusilla or Spike. Even so, it took all they had to get to the opening in the rock. Drusilla struck the rock with the sword, and it glowed. She quickly sliced into her hand and placed her palm onto the glowing spot. She vanished. Angel followed her example, stabbing his hand with a dagger and placing his hand in the very same spot, still wet with Drusilla’s blood. He too, vanished into the rock face.

Spike stood there for a moment, hesitant, realizing that he didn’t have to follow either of his sires. He could simply walk away. Whatever madness had motivated Drusilla to seek her soul, he didn’t share it. He had no real stake in this. Except for the fact that he was the one who had discovered this place all those years ago and had known its precise location, the only reason he was here was because of Dru. Then it suddenly occurred to Spike that if Dru succeeded in her quest as she evidently intended, his only chance for keeping her in his life was to follow. So he did.

The fight that ensued on the other side was fierce, and within moments, they had lost sight of each other. Still, Spike was aware of Drusilla, not far ahead of him, screaming like a banshee as she fought off hordes of demons. If this was what it took to fight for his soul, Spike was having a ball! Of Angel, there was no sign.


“I’m sorry. You have come far, but you cannot fight for your soul here,” said the cave demon.

“What do you mean?” asked Angel, who had fought for what felt like several days to get to this point. There was no part of his body that didn’t ache. The respite of this chamber had come as a welcome relief. He couldn’t process what he was hearing.

“I’m sorry. This was not my doing. You failed to comprehend the terms of this fight.”

“The terms?” asked Angel.

“For a demon to earn his soul here, he must be willing. This place… is where you pit your complete will against every challenge in order to gain your heart’s desire.”

“I’m willing,” said Angel, looking down at his blood streaked hands and arms. “I almost died to get here. How much more willing do I have to be?”

“Your demon is unwilling,” said the cave demon almost gently.

Angel stared at him.

“My? Oh god,” said Angel.

“You cannot fight for something you already have. If we removed your soul, would Angelus fight for its return?” asked the demon.

“No, he would probably try to kill you and get out of here so he could kill everyone who made me want to come here,” said Angel.

“As I said,” the kindly old demon said sadly. “This is a place of the heart’s desire. For you to succeed in this venue, you must desire what you seek with everything you are or you will be doomed to failure before you begin. Those who fail here forfeit their lives. As I said. You do not possess the necessary qualifications. Were it within my power… Alas… it is beyond my capacity.”

“There must be something,” said Angel. “Please.”

“Well… there is one way,” said demon. “Only one mortal has ever returned.”

“One mortal?” asked Angel.

“You must go to the underworld. You have to go beyond the veil. You have to breach the inner and outer darkness and free three souls,” said the demon.

“Three souls?” asked Angel, numbly.

“It is the only price,” said the demon. “Are you willing?”

“I am,” said Angel.

“Are you sure you understand the terms this time?” asked the demon.

“I don’t care,” said Angel. “Wait, what are the terms?”

“Ahhh! You are learning from your mistakes! Excellent!” said the demon.

“What are the terms?” asked Angel.

“You have to die, of course,” said the demon.

“But I’m already dead,” said Angel.

“No, you have to die – to cross the veil, you must die a mortal death – both body and soul,” said the demon.

“I’ll do it,” said Angel.

“If you’re sure,” said the demon.

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” said Angel.

A stake appeared in the demon’s hand and Angel gasped, but he didn’t attempt to deflect it as it pierced his heart. His dust fell on the damp clay, mingling with the earth, almost indistinguishable.

Drusilla had arrived at the demon’s feet only moments before Spike. She looked as bloody as he knew he must appear to her. She looked absolutely shredded. Spike felt the purest fear he had felt in over one hundred years as a vampire. He knew this was just the beginning. If it was this hard simply to enter the arena, how could he possibly survive? Maybe he should turn back? If he did, how would he escape?

“Are you willing?” said the demon.

“We are,” said Drusilla.

Spike met the demon’s eyes, but said nothing.

“Does she speak for you?” asked the demon.

Spike nodded, pushing his fear back.

“She speaks for me,” he said, sounding suddenly much more like William of old.

“Then you may begin,” said the demon mildly, clasping both gnarled dark hands together like a priest.

Immediately Spike and Dru each found themselves transported into a new cave. Spike looked around. He could barely see, but he knew immediately. He was alone. Dru’s cave grew blindingly light. Spike was nowhere to be seen. They were both, utterly, irrevocably alone. It had begun.


Angel’s next conscious thought was how much he hurt. The smell of sulfur was his first clue as to his location. This, however, was nothing like the hell dimension where Buffy had sent him. That had actually been much simpler. Pure torment, unending and almost unendurable, but simple. He hadn’t had to think, to plan, to reason or to accomplish anything. He’d simply had clung to one thought. Buffy. How much he loved her.

Now, his love for someone completely different would have to be enough to bring him back from a different hell. This time, he would have to forge a path for himself, to earn freedom for himself and for three others he didn’t even know. How would he even know them? The demon hadn’t said. He hoped he would somehow be able to tell. He heard a roaring sound behind him and the temperature began to rise. Suddenly his whole world was red. Fire. Without conscious thought, Angel scrambled to his feet and began to run.


Thirty-nine days after the three vampires entered the mountain; two emerged, battered, burned and bruised. Xander was waiting with the others as they stumbled into the camp just after dusk, supporting each other and barely on their feet.

“Spike? Drusilla…” said Xander, looking past them into the empty darkness.

“We made it,” said Spike, who staggered, barely managing to remain vertical.

They were leaning on each other and Dru was weeping openly. Both were nude but seemed completely unaware of it. They were both covered in burns, bruises and lacerations in various stages of healing. They were so emaciated; they were almost skeletal.

“Where’s Angel?” asked Xander.

“Dunno,” said Spike numbly. “We all made it through the mountain and I didn’t see him die in the fight getting to the inner chamber, but tonight is the first time I’ve seen Dru since just before we started… the trials. We did those alone.”

“Please don’t tell me he’s dead,” said Xander. Tears were running down his face.

“We’re all dead luv,” said Spike, surprising Xander with his gentle tone. “I’m sorry, Xander, I don’t know what happened to Angel.”

Spike gently placed both hands on Xander’s shoulders, his new instincts telling him to offer comfort, but Spike was reluctant to embrace a near stranger, particularly given his nudity, something he’d just become fully aware of as the fog of pain began to lift a little. Xander collapsed against him anyway, sobbing, with no awareness of anything but grief. Spike, Wesley noticed, in spite of wincing immediately in obvious pain and discomfort, supported Xander in a comforting embrace, making no attempt to push him away.

“He is beyond us,” whispered a swaying Dru after a few moments of staring unfocused into the distance. “Why, I cannot see.”

“What do you mean?” Xander slowly pulled away from Spike, refocusing on Drusilla.

“Did you have a vision of Angel, Dru?” asked Spike, taking her hand.

One of the others had brought Spike’s duster to him, and he draped it over Dru who didn’t seem to notice.

“I cannot see that far. I only know he had a different path,” said Dru. “I can only tell you this, my dark boy Liam’s journey is not yet at an end.”

“I don’t understand,” said Xander.

“He may not be lost to us yet,” said Dru, sounding drowsy.

“Can you speak in a straight line?” asked Xander irritably.

“I have lived an eternity since last you saw me. I do not see as I once did,” her eyes met his for a moment, before closing.

“I’ll take that as a no,” said Xander churlishly.

“I’m sure he’ll come back, Xan,” said Faith, putting her arm around his shoulder.

“He will return to us,” said Dru in a suddenly strong voice. Then her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap, allowing the duster to slide to the ground and revealing a back that was a single raw open burn. Faith caught her before she fell face down onto the dirt and lowered her onto a cot.

“Oh crap,” said Faith. “She’s fuckin’ roasted!”

“A Lotta that goin’ ‘round luv,” muttered Spike.

“I was gonna get you guys some clothes…” said Buffy awkwardly.

“I’d go for some shorts,” said Spike. “Seein’ as I don’t own any…”

“You can have a pair of mine,” said Xander.

“Ta,” said Spike, pulling the shorts on, and half sitting, half collapsing onto the nearest empty cot.

Spike too was badly burned, though his burns seemed slightly less severe. As he turned away from them, Xander noticed that patches of his hair were missing.

Drusilla was pale and still on the cot next to Spike’s. Faith covered her with a sheet, which was immediately soaked in bloody fluid.

“We gotta get them some blood,” said Faith. “That’s the only way they’ll heal properly.”

“I’ll call our… hosts,” said Wesley.


Three weeks later

“You have to go back, Xander,” said Wesley. “Your classes start next week.”

“I can’t,” said Xander.

“It’s what Angel would want,” said Buffy. “You know it is.”

“He’d want me to leave him here?” Xander said stonily.

“We don’t really know where he is, Xander,” said Faith, “but stayin’ in this place ain’t good for your head, man.”

He’d been having this argument for the last two weeks. In the last week, he’d also been having the same argument over the phone with his mother and grandfather and with Willow via the computer when they’d gone into the city and had computer access.

“I can stay on for a couple more weeks, Xander,” said Wesley. “You, Faith and Buffy need to go back and get ready for classes. Trust me; you don’t want to start classes with jet lag.”

“Plus, you so totally need a haircut,” said Buffy.

“Thank you Cordy,” said Xander, rolling his eyes.

Buffy made a face at him.

“Hey! That’s —!” said Wesley, “Never mind.”

Xander smiled. Wesley was relieved to see him seem even a little bit lighthearted. Ever since Spike and Dru had left almost two weeks ago, Wesley had felt it was time for them to leave too. Dru had begun having visions of some kind of hellish quest that Angel was experiencing – mostly in the form of terrifying nightmares.

Spike had finally decided that the visions were taking too much of a toll on Drusilla’s already fragile psyche. Wesley couldn’t find it within him to argue. It was clear that the weight of their souls alone was a heavy burden to bear. Remaining within what was a powerful nexus of magical and supernatural energy was just too much for them.

Spike hadn’t seemed that different on the surface, though he was a bit more polite and a lot less irritating. Drusilla, on the other hand, had seemed at once saner and more troubled. The nightmares she had been having about Angel were only making her more depressed. She’d confessed to Wesley that she was afraid of what she would see next. Wesley had a pretty good idea that she wasn’t telling them anything close to the whole story. Given the screams from their tent, he had to admit he was grateful. As he’d heard Buffy say one night, when scary things got nightmares, it wasn’t a good sign.


“What if he comes back as Angelus?” asked Faith.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, Faith,” said Wesley.

“You don’t know that. He could be out of his mind,” said Faith.

“That’s why we brought the tranquilizer guns, isn’t it?” said Wesley, grimly.

“I guess… Not sure tranq gun’s gonna be enough against something like Angelus. I— Cordy’ll kill us if anything happens to you, Wes,” said Faith.

“I’m willing to take the chance, Faith. I have protective charms and my magic has improved a lot...” said Wesley.

“He only needs to get lucky once, Wes,” said Faith. “I think I should stay with.”

“I absolutely forbid it,” said Wesley.

Faith laughed. Wesley stared at her in surprise.

“You and what army, Wes?” asked Faith.

“Please, Faith. Can’t you just let me do this? Uhm... Pretend I’m Giles,” Wesley looked sheepish.

“After what Angelus did to him? No way Giles would do something like this,” said Faith.

“You’re probably right,” said Wesley.

“No way Buff would let him,” said Faith.

“Probably not,” said Wesley.

“Definitely not,” said Buffy quietly.

She’d waited until Xander was asleep before coming out to find Faith and Wesley.

“We should all go back,” said Buffy. “I know Xander doesn’t want to give up hope… I don’t… I don’t want him to be dead... and who knows… maybe he’ll come back… He came back last time.”

Her voice broke, as she began to weep silently.

“But…” Buffy cleared her throat. “I think it’s time, Wes. It’s been more than two months… We don’t know when he’s coming back…. or if he’s coming back. We don’t even know he’ll come back here. We… we have to move on,” her voice became progressively harder and flatter as she spoke, obviously forcing her emotions down. “We can’t wait forever. The hellmouth won’t wait forever.”

“I know you’re right,” said Wesley. “But if I don’t stay, there’s no way Xander’s gonna agree…”

“No way Xander’s gonna agree to what?” asked Xander’s voice.

“We don’t think Wes should stay here alone,” said Buffy.

“I agree,” said Xander.

“You’re not staying,” said Buffy emphatically.

“No, I’m not,” said Xander heavily. “Whatever’s going on, I don’t think we can help Angel by staying. We can leave some money with the folks here for blood and transport… and stay in touch… and if he comes back… We— I can always come back and meet him.”

“I’m sure he’ll be OK,” said Buffy, putting her hand on Xander’s shoulder and tamping down the grief she too felt. Though it hurt quite a lot, she was surprised that it wasn’t anything like she’d expected it to be.

“I hope you’re right, Buffy,” said Xander grimly. “I really hope so.”


From his vantage point, Angel couldn’t hear anything. He did, however see Buffy, Faith, Wesley and Xander packing up the battered old Toyota Land Cruiser. He didn’t see Drusilla or Spike anywhere. What was going on? Were they giving up on him already? It felt like a long time had passed… but he knew that time didn’t necessarily move at the same rate in the two different worlds.

Faith hugged Xander tightly just before he got into the front seat with Wesley. Xander buried his face in her hair. Angel’s gut tightened. Suddenly, despite the uncomfortable heat, Angel felt as if his insides were turning to ice. However long he’d been gone, his friends were leaving him behind and his family were nowhere to be seen, even though it was still dark. He felt utterly abandoned and where he was, that was a very bad feeling to have.


"I Won't Last A Day Without You"

Diana Ross version

Day after day I must face a world of strangers
Where I don't belong,
I'm not that strong
It's nice to know that there's someone I can turn to
Who will always care
You're always there

When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my small list of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you

So many times when the city seems to be
Without a friendly face,
A lonely place
It's nice to know that you'll be there if I need you
And you always smile
It's all worth while

When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my small list of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you

Touch me and I end up singing
Troubles seem to up and disappear
You touch me with the love you're bringin'
I can't really lose when you're near
When you're near my love

If all my friends have forgotten all their promises
They're not unkind,
Just hard to find
One look at you and I know that
I could learn to live without the rest
I found the best

When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my small list of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you

When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my small list of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day...
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