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With You by Chris Brown/ 2:33 AM
Sunday, July 20, 2008


I need you boo
I gotta see you boo
And there's hearts all over the world tonight
Said there's hearts all over the world tonight
I need you boo
I gotta see you boo
And there's hearts all over the world tonight
Said there's hearts all over the world tonight

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And oh, I'm into you and
Girl no one else would do
With every kiss and every hug
You make me fall in love
And now I know I can't be the only one
I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight
With the love of their life who feel
What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... girl
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Oh girl


under the canopy of love/ 2:32 AM

hello this is a preview site. shadesoflies (aka shades of lies). i know you like the dj (discjockey) of this blog. but you're not to fall in love with him cause he's dj. yo! mr dj son pon de replay.
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
i am remorseful. deeds of remorse, yes they are the pages that fill up my notebook each day