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this song was sang to me once. by some one..
every song brought us different story, it means and prove what we did in the past.

if everything can be promise, i wish the precious memories we have, could be always still fresh in the minds. wipe off the tears and thanks for the hurts.



if i had to live my life without you near me
the days would all be empty
the nights would seem so long
you i see forever oh so clearly
i might have been in love before
but i've never felt this strong
our dreams are young and we both know
they take us where we want to go
hold me now touch me now
i don't want to live without you

nothing's gonna change my love for you
you oughta know by now how much i love you
one thing you can be sure of
i never ask for more than your love

nothing's gonna change my love for you
you oughta know by now how much i love you
the world may change my whole life through
but nothing's gonna change my love for you

if the road ahead is not so easy
our love will lead the way for us
like a guiding star
i'll be there for you if you should need me
you don't have to change a thing
i love you just the way you are
so come with me and share the view
i help you see forever too
hold



when the light is on, the scene is off, is time to leave the cinema
smiling to the sun, i am okay =p

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