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If the sea turns into inks
and the woods from the trees become pens |
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The way I like you, the
list will never end. |
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Your
Sweet
Smile |
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Your Soft Voice |
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Your Smell of Indon |
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Your patience
Your advices Your
understanding Your
caring
Your cita-cita
Your
jokes
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Your nose
Your eyes
Your cermin mata
Your
malas nak jawab SMS Your
laughter
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Your buat tak tahu bila I
merajuk Your
planning to be rich
Your dreams
Your styles
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first 'hello' when I called you 3 years ago
Your own way to make
me jealous
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Your way calling me up around 3 a.m
Your action baik
Your scandals too
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Your face
when you're angry
Your craziness
Your
frank and your lies
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Your Yours
are everything
to me Even I know
You will |
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leave me one day. But the list will
continue for you every day |
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Because I like
your ways and your styles of loving me.
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Part 2 |
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You
are funny
ur steps when u dance
The way you make me laugh |
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ur ways of making others
sakit hati and your suka comments |
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ur 'tak sedap langsung'
when u sing a 'special' song to my ears |
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ur color of
t-shirt (always yellow!!) and ur seluar koyak |
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ur 'mencebik
muka' when
hearing i'm singing |
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ur 'merapek
meraban' when ur on high dose
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ur anti radio and lagu
when inside da merz |
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ur so 'cerewet' about food ur 'anti-kicap'
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ur ways of calling me
to fetch you |
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ur
voice when u call me 'sayang' |
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what ever your ways
are...I am in love with you. |
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2 b continued |
