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1. One secret
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment, criticism, or insult.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to your favourite song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends
8. A hint to who you are.
I swear I'll do an actual update later. No, really.
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1. One secret
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment, criticism, or insult.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to your favourite song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends
8. A hint to who you are.
I swear I'll do an actual update later. No, really.
2. You're gorgeous (in my mom's opinion)
3. You're self-centered (like me)
4. Eyes of Night
Your eyes of night, enshroud my life, my fate
My feelings control my life, my soul.
And your expressions, repressions take their toll.
I love you hopelessly; it fuels my hate.
Like Job’s trial, I remain at your gate.
So long ago, it was my heart that you stole
Never to be given back ‘til judgment’s roll
So there it stays; you’ll give it back too late.
From the moment cupid loosed his arrow
Upon my heart; he placed a love charm
So that when I spend time around you
I melt, and bow about your feet rather low
So I will persevere to avoid your harm
But in perfect love with you I remain too
5. Warn your warmth to turn away.
Here it's December every day.
Press your lips to the sculptures
and surely you'll stay (Love like winter)
for of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made.
It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
She exhales vanilla lace.
I barely dreamt her yesterday, yesterday.
Read the lines in the mirror
through the lipstick trace "Por Siempre".
She said, "it seems you're somewhere far away" to his face.
It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love. I taste of blood,
She bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
Love like winter, oh, oh...
Love like winter, winter... 3,4
It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
6. 16
7. 5 years
8. Between you and me,
Everyone should know by
Now
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