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The truth is hiding in your eyes And it's hanging on your tongue. Just boiling in my blood. But you think that I can't see What kind of man that you are, If you're a man at all. Well, I will figure this one out On my own. (I'm screaming, "I love you so.") On my own. (My thoughts you can't decode)
How did we get here? When I used to know you so well. But how did we get here? Well, I think I know.
litleangel added this comment 2009-03-29 05:15:18-05:00
coool
litleangel added this comment 2009-03-29 05:15:18-05:00
coool