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I liked these lyrics (I put a lot!):
I loved the lyrics to Replace a lot.

Friend
If you find something you can believe in, I'll certainly give you a hand.
Again, again I tell you that, "Even if we're separated, in our hearts, we're still friends."

Depend on You
If your ever-flying wings can flap no longer, I'll warm them.

There must be someone who needs you.
That person is surely always smiling by your side.

You fly on and on. If you're tired, you can rest your wings, so I'll be here.

Walking Proud
The sky I looked up at was beautiful; I thought of you
I wished I could walk with firm steps facing forward like you.

...Does this voice reach you? Does it ring in your heart?
I'm walking on today looking at your back as a guidepost to live

Angel's Song
I heartily hope that you will not be a victim of this sad age
I sing this song today just as I pray so that my dearest wish may reach you.

Independent
You come up next to me and talk about nonsense.
You're trying, despite your clumsiness, to encourage me.

This must be how it'll be for us.

*Looking up and smiling slightly, gazing at the sky,
tiring of running we walk a little. Just like that... are you ready?

One by one, little by little, see? We leave behind footprints.
They form one path, they form now.

It can't be only good times ahead, but...

It seems like I need you, and if you need me.
then we don't really need a reason. These days aren't bad at all, are they?

Connected
We're connected at each and every place so when I think this word, you'll already know.

Who...
When I was heartbroken, who stayed by my side?
On whose shoulder did I shed my tears?
With whom did I share my joy?
With whom did I hold hands?
I remember.

On the night we spent apart, the moon was far away and I was crying.
On the night we spent apart, the moon was far away and I was crying.

Who taught me true strength?
Who taught me kindness?
On whose account do I walk?
Who did I want to stroke my hair?
Who didn't give up for me?
I'll never forget.

When I stray from the path, and when the path is too long,
I was muttering to myself.
That's the way life is...

I pray that this singing voice will reach you...
I pray that this singing voice will reach you...

Theme of a Nation '03
Memories are sweet because we passed through the time
However sad now, we can talk about it with a smile some day