<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:59:12.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE ROCKS (sometimes)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-6961286183291333418</id><published>2009-01-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:01:24.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbaland Ft. One Republic - Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope &lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground &lt;br /&gt;And I'm hearing what you say &lt;br /&gt;But I just can't make a sound &lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me &lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down &lt;br /&gt;But wait... &lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry &lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around and say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you &lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat &lt;br /&gt;(But that's nothing new) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue &lt;br /&gt;And you say &lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;Woahooo woah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope &lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-6961286183291333418?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6961286183291333418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=6961286183291333418' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6961286183291333418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6961286183291333418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/timbaland-ft-one-republic-apologize.html' title='Timbaland Ft. 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/&gt;Mas o que é que isso importa agr?? &lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor teve em minhas mãos deixei-o partir...&lt;br /&gt;O vento levou tudo!!...E ñ mo trará de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Para smp lembrarei aqueles momentos,aquele particular momento!!&lt;br /&gt;Se és o meu "coração",porque é q mo arrancaram??&lt;br /&gt;Se és a minha "alma" porque é q me a tiram??&lt;br /&gt;Acho q te vejo por td o lado...&lt;br /&gt;Loucura ñ é??&lt;br /&gt;À nt,sozinho,fico imaginando-te ali do meu lado,tento te sentir cm outrora!!...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi mto desde q te foste embora!!...&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o q quero...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o q sei agr é...&lt;br /&gt;Que nd sei!!...&lt;br /&gt;Ñ é justo ver um sol lindo lá fora,e o meu mundo tão cinzento!!&lt;br /&gt;Ñ há nd q possa fazer,ou dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Tds nós um dia perdemos; xegou a minha vez!!...&lt;br /&gt;Td q resta são os sonhos de um outro tmp,de um outro amanhacer,de uma outra hora...&lt;br /&gt;O sonho e a esperança,q um dia td 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao me queo sentir sozinho mas a verdade é que cada dia sem ti &lt;br /&gt;é o mesmo que estar sozinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-7008952475210094212?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7008952475210094212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=7008952475210094212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/7008952475210094212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Quero amar-te... quero ter-te... porque não???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Sol foi meu fado... terá sido o teu destino ser Lua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.. tanto se amam Sol e Lua ... mas como Deus disse...(assim reza a lenda) nunca juntos estarão!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão se amando assim, isolados, soltos..... ahhhh como doí este amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu grito... grito de dor!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-6716026122647168742?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6716026122647168742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=6716026122647168742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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amo-te sem qualquer ressentimento mas com todo o respeito por ter conseguido conhecer uma pessoa bonita tanto interriormente como exteriormente desejo que sejas feliz que te tratem como mereces que é como uma princesa que aprendas a ser amada e que um dia te deixes amar que nao deixes ninguem te fazer mal porque eu estarei sempre aqui para te proteger de tudo e mais alguma coisa se alguem nao te entender eu entenderei se alguem te maltratar eu tarei la pa te consolar .&lt;br /&gt;Tu mereces mais do que eu algum dia ia-te dar tu mereces alguem que te de o sol a lua e tudo o que fica no meio que te de o seu amor de forma incondicional que de uma oportunidade de conhecer as tuas imprefeiçoes prefeitas as tuas indecisoes as tuas maluquices os teus olhares no passado e no vazio que te ajude a tratar as feridas da tua vida sem causar nem mais uma alguem que nao te julgue por aquilo que dizes o por aquilo que fizeste mas sim por aquilo que es .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMO-TE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEIJO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-6035001797926994032?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6035001797926994032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=6035001797926994032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6035001797926994032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6035001797926994032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ultima-chamada.html' title='afastar'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-6303905615939279229</id><published>2007-12-07T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T02:21:13.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I hate about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate the way you talk to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate the way you drive my car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate it when you stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate your big dumb combat boots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and the way you read my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate the way you’re always right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate it when you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate it when you’re not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and the fact that you didn’t call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not even close…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not even a little bit… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-6303905615939279229?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6303905615939279229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=6303905615939279229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6303905615939279229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/6303905615939279229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I hate about you'/><author><name>SCC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-8232147574328438396</id><published>2007-11-30T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:44:24.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love is the most wonderful sensation,&lt;br /&gt;a parfum that reaches the bottom of rationality&lt;br /&gt;while sweetly  commands us to be slaves of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Freedom is nothing for that nation&lt;br /&gt;while the wheel of destiny&lt;br /&gt;abruptly changes our dark side to a clear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is the most incredible situation,&lt;br /&gt;a flavour capable of making us do things&lt;br /&gt;for someone else. Incredibe things, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rationality will be nothing for us in that situation,&lt;br /&gt;a wheel of incredible flavour, a smell that reaches&lt;br /&gt;the bottom of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;destiny is capable to change our dark side to a clearer one&lt;br /&gt;in the very moment we fall&lt;br /&gt;in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-8232147574328438396?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8232147574328438396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=8232147574328438396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8232147574328438396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8232147574328438396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2007/11/meaning-of-love.html' title='The meaning of LOVE'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-8239343213385188739</id><published>2007-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:11:02.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal existe By C3ly</title><content type='html'>Após vários anos da minha curta e banal estadia nesta terra coberta de serres racionais, descobri o meu conceito de AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que fujamos da vida todos nós consciente ou inconscientemente procuramos vadiamente AMOR, quer seja como consolo ou refugio, pois sem esta pequena e desmedida palavra iríamos todos transformar em esboços de seres humanos acinzentados. Demorei muito a perceber o significado desta palavra tão linda e tão triste, que metamorfoseia as pessoas para seres perdidos em pensamentos passados. Amor pode simplesmente fazer chorar aquele cujo coração está dolorido com feridas ou então fazer surgir de mansinho um sorriso ou uma expressão de carinho naquele que contem satisfação no seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Demorei a perceber esta palavra e agora já consigo demonstrar o meu significado de amor….&lt;br /&gt;Amor é uma palavra muito duvidosa pois cada um de noz cria a seu próprio conceito dela. Para mim e talvez para muitas pessoas Amor é aquilo que sentimos por muitas pessoas que nós fazem bem e que estão connosco nos bons e maus momentos, eu amo os meus pais e amo a minha família que me ajuda e dá a mão. Existe também o Amor que sentimos por objectos aí poderão considerar tal como carinho, e ainda o amor dos amigos que mais que amizade é amor de irmãos e união.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda existe o AMOR aquele que sentimos por um alguém que não nos é nada mas que modifica a nossa vida tornando todo mais simples. A este tipo de amor não contem explicação, ou como eu propriamente digo, “há coisas que não se explicam sentem-se”.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos uma saudade desta pessoa, uma saudade inexplicável, não porque ela está longe mas porque o tempo que passamos com ela nunca é suficiente para matar essa saudade, sentimos um arrepio quando ela nos abraça e uma dor quando ela se afasta. É uma definição de AMOR que nos dá a volta a cabeça e nos faz felizes com um pensamento contínuo na mesma pessoa. Este tipo de AMOR ainda poderá ser confundido com paixão, mas o verdadeiro amor não existe sem paixão, a vontade de amar passa também por uma vontade em querer o outro nos nossos braços….J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-8239343213385188739?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8239343213385188739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=8239343213385188739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8239343213385188739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8239343213385188739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2007/11/afinal-existe-by-c3ly.html' title='Afinal existe By C3ly'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-8169519956633719915</id><published>2007-11-30T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:10:03.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Eles não sabem que o sonho é uma constante da vida tão concreta e definida como outra coisa qualquer, como esta pedra cinzenta em que me sento e descanso, como este ribeiro manso, em serenos sobressaltos como estes pinheiros altos que em verde e ouro se agitam como estas aves que gritam em bebedeiras de azul. Eles não sabem que o sonho é vinho, é espuma. é fermento, bichinho alacre e sedento. de focinho pontiagudo, que fossa através de tudo num perpétuo movimento. Eles não sabem que o sonho é tela, é cor, é pincel, base, fuste, capitel. arco em ogiva, vitral, pináculo de catedral, contraponto, sinfonia, máscara grega, magia, que é retorta de alquimista, mapa do mundo distante, rosa dos ventos, Infante, caravela quinhentista, que é Cabo da Boa Esperança, ouro, canela, marfim, florete de espadachim, bastidor, passo de dança., Colombina e Arlequim, passarola voadora, para-raios, locomotiva, barco de proa festiva, alto-forno, geradora, cisão do átomo, radar, ultra som televisão desembarque em foguetão na superfície lunar. Eles não sabem, nem sonham, que o sonho comanda a vida. Que sempre que um homem sonha o mundo pula e avança como bola colorida entre a mãos de uma criança. 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finished crying in the instant that you left&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember where or when or how&lt;br /&gt;And I banished every memory you and I had ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;I just have to admit&lt;br /&gt;That it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When I touch you like this&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you like that&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe but&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold&lt;br /&gt;And there were flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things I'd never do again&lt;br /&gt;But then they'd always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It was more than any laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I kiss you like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you whisper like that&lt;br /&gt;It was lost long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you need me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was dead long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;And it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were those empty threats and hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you tried to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were hours that just went on for days&lt;br /&gt;When alone at last we'd count up all the chances&lt;br /&gt;That were lost to us forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were history with the slamming of the door&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself so strong again somehow&lt;br /&gt;And I never wasted any of my time on you since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I touch you like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you kiss me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if I kiss you like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold&lt;br /&gt;And there were flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things we'd never do again&lt;br /&gt;But then they'd always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It was more than all your laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;br /&gt;Then we see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgive me all this&lt;br /&gt;If I forgive you all that&lt;br /&gt;We forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;And it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;br /&gt;We just see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And when you kiss me like this&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And when i touch you like that&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;If you do it like this&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And if we..&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-2956013914884831842?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2956013914884831842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=2956013914884831842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/2956013914884831842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/2956013914884831842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me now'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-8050124445417557604</id><published>2007-11-22T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:14:51.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still miss you...</title><content type='html'>I still miss you...&lt;br /&gt;But not like I did before.&lt;br /&gt;The intense aching I felt,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I still whisper your name...&lt;br /&gt;Not as often as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Now it may be once,&lt;br /&gt;Before the day is through.&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your voice...&lt;br /&gt;Replaying in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But it's fading now,&lt;br /&gt;Soon silence I will find.&lt;br /&gt;I still long for you...&lt;br /&gt;To feel your touch.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like before,&lt;br /&gt;I don't dream it as much.&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you...&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how you are.&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings have changed,&lt;br /&gt;And they don't go as far.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just a little memory,&lt;br /&gt;Of how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;But it's just not as strong.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm letting you go now,&lt;br /&gt;So we can both move on.&lt;br /&gt;I still hear you say...&lt;br /&gt;No one will love me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;That's so hard to believe now,&lt;br /&gt;After the hurt you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;You still have a piece of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Because I always felt you here.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hoping and praying,&lt;br /&gt;That, that too, will quickly disappear.&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I felt for you,&lt;br /&gt;Can now just fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-8050124445417557604?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8050124445417557604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2303511940298988232&amp;postID=8050124445417557604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8050124445417557604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2303511940298988232/posts/default/8050124445417557604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-still-miss-you.html' title='I still miss you...'/><author><name>crazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07635898031136015799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KYE8arAiwyU/R1Z8SAQCI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yrnxBLoPiok/S220/6eJxGp644169-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303511940298988232.post-3977466436933673355</id><published>2007-11-22T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:12:54.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This lie's become a part of me</title><content type='html'>This lie's become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;For months, I've played this game&lt;br /&gt;Acting like it doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring what's inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;As if the feelings I once had&lt;br /&gt;For him are somehow gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending each and every day&lt;br /&gt;With happiness and laughs&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all our memories&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding photographs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night when I saw him&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since he left&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly it hit me&lt;br /&gt;As the tears started to flow&lt;br /&gt;That even after all this time...&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let him go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2303511940298988232-3977466436933673355?l=lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesucksbutwhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3977466436933673355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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