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It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me...It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be..But there are facts in our lives We can never change..Just tell me that you understand and feel the same..This perfect romance that I've created in my mindI'd.. live a thousand lives..Each one with you right by my side..But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstanceAnd.. so it seems like we'll never have the chance..Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't denyAnd ..you can't move on even though you try..Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feelOh, I wish this could be real..Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life..And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right..Ain't it strange how fate can play a partIn the story of your heart..Sometimes I think that a true love can never be..I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me..Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explainAnd.. I don't think that I could face it all again..I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about..A deeper love I've found in you..And I no longer doubt..You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've madeAnd.. now I feel that I don't have to be afraid..Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny..And you can't move on even though you tryAin't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feelOh, I wish this could be real..Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life..And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right..Ain't it strange how fate can play a partIn the story of your heart..I locked away my heart..But you just set it free..Emotions I felt Held me back from what my life should be..I pushed you far away..And yet you stayed with me..I guess this means That you and me were meant to be
>>>> تعشق سماع هذه الاغنية.........فهل ارتكبت جرم الرومانسية................حين نعود لركننا الهادئ........نعيش عالمنا كما نريدفلا نخجل ان نكون بريئين لدرجة السذاجة..........لا نخجل ان نتأثر لكلمة رقيقة......... نلعب بارجوحة الذكريات فتارة نطير بعيداً.......وتاره نعود مغمضي الأعين لانريد...........ان نستقيظ.....نتذكر..... البراءة الاولى........ النظرة الخجولة.....الحلم الصغير........ودفتر شعرلا يفهم من كلماته.....الا احساس نقي.......نتعامل بكل رومانسية.....ونرتكب كل اخطاء....المحبين ونستقيظ ........على حقيقة......الرومانسية.......خانقة يمكن ان نبادلها الشفقه.......والطيبه!!!ولكن لا يمكن ان نمارس معها الصدق.........والواقع!!نصحى........ونقضي سنوات نعيش عذاب اقتلاع هذه الرومانسيةمن جذور اعماقنا........حتى لانتهم ........بالغباء...........والسذاجة.......ونوصد الباب خلفها بالمفتاح
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