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His deep voice is hitting my chest Growing my smile I've falling too hard This one question has freezed me "What's your favorite number" "Eight", I said And on the next day I found 8 roses In my locker I mean How can you not falling so hard With this kind of guy
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Favorite Number
His deep voice is hitting my chest Growing my smile I've falling too hard This one question has freezed me "What's your favorite number" "Eight", I said And on the next day I found 8 roses In my locker I mean How can you not falling so hard With this kind of guy
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Jakarta
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
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