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Notice me, take my hand
Why are we strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you, baby I make believe that you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done You seem to move on easy And everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you, baby I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song's my sorry At night I pray That soon your face will fade away And everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you, baby -Everytime, Britney Spears Credits: ~Tala-Stock ~Legends-Stock *auroradreams ~Amarli-stock EDIT: Hair, tree, butterflies. |
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"Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before, all you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war."
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Sometimes if you love someone so much, it will actually hurt more.
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It's not merely a chior: it's many beautiful gleaming threads of sound coming together to weave something so profoundly magical that its presense can only grace existence once.
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