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Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You. are u there for me, common give a try, i know u wil like it, age is just a number.
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love is a score in tennis.
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i heard that love is... like oxygen :)
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Those who play with it call it a game. My Momma always told me I would go blind........ |
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~Love is a Killer~
Only a fool believes it's better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all So I don't wanna take that fall, it's a long, long, long way down I'm hurt, love struck me down again, enticed me in and pulled the pin Blew my tender heart sky high Now in my pain, I'm asking why as I'm crying Should I give it my last try or say goodbye Love is a killer, a homicidal fiend Love is a killer, it'll be the death of me I got a target on my back for a cupid dressed in black Love is a killer, it's killing me Love, so sweetly beckoning I've seen your face, called your name I tasted tears you cried Lived in shadows in my mind, frozen here in time, don't leave me here to die Love is a killer, a homicidal fiend Love is a killer, it'll be the death of me I got a target on my back for a cupid dressed in black Love is a killer, it's killing me You fascinate and yet frustrate, demand so much of me, yeah I've had enough, it's tearing me up inside Cross my heart, hope to survive You got a smoking gun, well don't shoot me love, no! You're a - Love is a killer, no, love is a killer, no no I got a target on my back for a cupid dressed in black Love is a killer, it's killing me. ~Vixen~ |
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For me, love is when you care more about someone else than yourself.
By that I do not refer to suicidal tendencies. |
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Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You. are u there for me, common give a try, i know u wil like it, age is just a number. I guess I don't want the responsibility of love. |
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Love is this strange twisted feeling ya get inside......
that makes ya wonder...... Are ya happy........ are ya dyin..... are ya dyin to be happy...... or..... are ya happy to be dyin...... By the time ya realize what it is...... Its tooo late...... |
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