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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Friday, May 19, 2006
there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth.there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.it's still a little hard to say what's going on.

there's still a little bit of your ghost your witness.there's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed.you step a little closer each day.that i can't say what's going on.

stones taught me to fly.love taught me to lie.life,it taught me to die.so it's not hard to fall.when you float like a cannonball.

there's still a little bit of your song in my ear.there's still a little bit of your words i long to hear.you step a little closer to me.so close that i can't see what's going on.

stones taught me to fly.love,it taught me to lie.life taught me to die.so it's not hard to fall.when you float like a cannon..

stones taught me to fly.love taught me to cry.so come on courage.teach me to be shy.'cause it's not hard to fall.and i don't wanna scare her.

it's not hard to fall.and i don't wanna lose.it's not hard to grow.when you know that you just don't know.

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