You don't mean nothing at all to me. No.
But you know what it takes to set me free.
Oh, you could mean everything to me.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Typed by Nur R. at 5:15 PM
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Oh Bhains,
TA DA!
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5 comments:
I love this song.
song for a song?
It's a song?! i was going to say haye. bus.
Nelly Furtado! (Y)
Very mysterious, yet I feel and echo.
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