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My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy?
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
how does it feel to know
that your everything i need?
the butterflies in stomach could bring me to my knees.
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy?
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
how does it feel to know
that your everything i need?
the butterflies in stomach could bring me to my knees.
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