tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51940445542280894692011-04-21T20:40:08.102-07:00darkdegreenoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194044554228089469.post-46295632194954770842008-08-20T01:21:00.000-07:002008-08-25T01:22:24.295-07:00<center><embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=10111566&amp;path=2008/06/07&amp;mycolor=0x00AEFF&amp;mycolor2=0x76D6C5&amp;mycolor3=0xFFFFFF&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=3&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" border="0" height="67" width="200"></embed></center><br />I need you boo<br />I gotta see you boo<br />And there's hearts all over the world tonight<br />Said there's hearts all over the world tonight<br />I need you boo<br />I gotta see you boo<br />And there's hearts all over the world tonight<br />Said there's hearts all over the world tonight<br /><br />---<br /><br />And oh, I'm into you and<br />Girl no one else would do<br />With every kiss and every hug<br />You make me fall in love<br />And now I know I can't be the only one<br />I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight<br />With the love of their life who feel<br />What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... girl<br />With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Oh girl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194044554228089469-4629563219495477084?l=vikingstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>darkdegreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194044554228089469.post-11502146706773696102008-07-25T01:20:00.000-07:002008-08-25T01:23:10.778-07:00<div align="justify">hello this is a preview site. shadesoflies (aka shades of lies). i know you like the dj (discjockey) of this blog. but you're not to fall in love with him cause he's dj. yo! mr dj son pon de replay.<br /></div><blockquote>Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer<br />Do you know you're unlike any other?<br />You'll always be my thunder, and I said<br />Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors</blockquote><div align="justify">i am remorseful. deeds of remorse, yes they are the pages that fill up my notebook each day </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194044554228089469-1150214670677369610?l=vikingstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>darkdegreenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194044554228089469.post-51745929253864902532008-07-20T01:19:00.000-07:002008-08-25T01:22:47.111-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">misconceptions</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">and your love is a lie. lie. lie. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">you can tell me that there's nobody else, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">but<strong> i feel it</strong><br />you can tell me that you're home by yourself, but <em>i see it.<br /></em>you can look into my eyes and pretend all you want<br />but i know, i know your love is just a lie</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">I know you're nothing but a lie, lie</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194044554228089469-5174592925386490253?l=vikingstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>darkdegreenoreply@blogger.com0