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XOXO

XOXO

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Ongoing6m

Last published Tue, Jun 9, 2015

I finally find you my XOXO Give me XOXO L. O. V. E You're my XOXO L. O. V. E XOXO XOXO XOXO yeah An X is kiss for a soft kiss An O is for a circled hug Maybe you already know Day by day, I secretly wrote you a letter And that's what I wrote at the end Although I've never given it to you How are you these days? Anything special? Only those typical words pass through my head Actually, my heart is deep, deeper than the sea The words that I really want to say is be with me When I fall asleep as I think of you (in my dreams) I open my arms and into my warm (embrace) I XOXO you, hold you in my arms XOXO As much as I was nervous and earnest My lips almost touch yours I XOXO you, every day in my dreams XOXO Give me XOXO L.O.V.E You're my XOXO L.O.V.E When you're with me, you seem so comfortable You keep playing jokes on me Every time you smile your white smile Is your heart a yes or no? Give me a sign, X or O It's no fun to wait Should I take courage and tell you? My ugly handwriting, this embarrassing letter These four words are not enough Like a man, I'll show you through my actions When I fall asleep as I think of you (in my dreams) I open my arms and into my warm (embrace) I XOXO you, hold you in my arms XOXO As much as I was nervous and earnest My lips almost touch yours I XOXO you, every day in my dreams XOXO I want you, XO, I only have you I only have you, I only have you For you XO, accept me Accept me, accept me You're dazzling, you're in front of me The moon shines in your half-closed and lovable eyes I want to tell you that this is the beginning like whoa, let's go Baby every night When I fall asleep as I think of you (in my dreams) I open my arms and into my warm (embrace) I XOXO you, hold you in my arms XOXO As much as I was nervous and earnest My lips almost touch yours I XOXO you, every day in my dreams XOXO Give me XOXO L.O.V.E You're my XOXO L.O.V.E Yeah baby, oh XOXO oh us together, oh yeah this song helps me find my XOXO

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