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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
I wonder.. do you still remember? :( Do you still remember, When we scribbled out names on our hands during homeecon lesson and went to the toilet to take a picture? Do you still remember, You gave me chocolate when i'm sad and told me to cheer up? Do you still remember, How we used to sing phantom, during chinese lessons? Do you still remember, How you'll buy strepsils for me once i've got a sorethroat? Do you still remember, How i'd always call you in the morning and wake you up, forcing you to borrow your heavy instrument and made you accompany me to go sectionals? Something even with your senior around? Do you still remember, That day you brought me a . on my birthday. I was so escatic that i hugged it all along, even in the movies? Do you still remember, That day when we when for sectionals, the three of us, and i made everyone buy drinks for random people? And i got peppermint choc, you got coffee, and you got bubblegum? Do you still remember, How we LOVE to kick your chair, and sticking a sticker behind your back? Bearing the words "imported from malaysia"? How we never fail to bully you, putting staple bullets onto your chair, pouring water on your chair? Do you still remember, How we NEVER fail to eat together, as a clique? Do you still remember, How you love to call me cow...? And how i love to call you, chicken nehneh face? Do you still remember, The day the four of us went to ride bike and we sat on the swing? Do you still remember, The day the four of us played badminton under my house, and you accidentally hit my face and i threw my badminton racket? Do you still remember, When we teamed up to vs them, i made you run all around, catching the shuttlecock, while i just stood still, smacking the ball within my reach? Do you still remember, How the both of you behaved like kids in esplanade? Do you still remember, How the three of you sang sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday SATurday to cheer me up? Do you still remember, How we would play with water every friday, splashing into each other's face? Do you still remember? :(
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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