What can I say of what you do to me? Mysterious, Lovely I can't think of another. But another, no your not But if you really want you can be to whom I say When I look at you and play... But how can I say? no no not today See, a question's spinning in my brain of what happens in this game 'Cause it's so easy to fabricate this vile "love" that is so fake Listen to me! This is true, I... I almost told you that I like you. Oh! I told you but don't send me to hell for showing you my love so well, Cause all of what I had inside had to be said before I die.Birth sign: Cancer
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