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since there's no one in the office now (except the cleaning aunty and another colleague of mine sitting far away), i shall blog a bit more! (: hee.
(note: i have already done everything i was supposed to yah.)
so, just a little song that i love .

"What Am I To You?"
--norah jones.

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See, I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
I've opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you

Yeah, if my sky should fall
Would you even call
I've opened up my heart
I never wanna part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies

I will love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you?

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