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He calls her love like it's her first name, But something tells her that this isn't a game. Finally she gets a taste of something real, But her heart has  been hurt, It's not easy to steal. He's got what it takes to paint a smile on her face, Now she's wondering if she can do the same for him. He calls her love like it's her first name, She wears her heart on her sleeve without shame. {Tabitha's addition} Make this moment last forever The clock refuses to yield Pushing onward New troubles and temptations always come with time The boy stands strong the only one to put up a fight Things never stay the same The smile eventually fades But with this boy by her side it seems to always find a way to reappear upon her face
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Love Less.
He calls her love like it's her first name, But something tells her that this isn't a game. Finally she gets a taste of something real, But her heart has  been hurt, It's not easy to steal. He's got what it takes to paint a smile on her face, Now she's wondering if she can do the same for him. He calls her love like it's her first name, She wears her heart on her sleeve without shame. {Tabitha's addition} Make this moment last forever The clock refuses to yield Pushing onward New troubles and temptations always come with time The boy stands strong the only one to put up a fight Things never stay the same The smile eventually fades But with this boy by her side it seems to always find a way to reappear upon her face
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
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