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See beyond my imperfections |
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No longer do I hurt myself on the outside |
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If my love were not to love me, |
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Your my everything. |
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Give me your heart, |
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I gave you my heart. |
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Love is the slowest form of suicide |
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I wait for you because I want to tell you things. But you don't want to hear them anyway. Funny, isn't it? Maybe I should just keep my thoughts to myself. |
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Guy: You're cool as ice. |
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You don't have to cover up |