Temptation
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Temptation Lyrics

Heaven
A gateway to hope
Just like a feeling
I need, it's no joke

And though it hurts me
To see you this way
They traded by words
I'd never heard
To hard to say them

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home
[2x]

Oh it's the last time, it's the last time
Oh it's the last time, it's the last time

Each way I turn
I know I'll always try
To break the circle
That has been placed round me

From time to time
I find our lost
Semeaning
That was urgent

To myself
I don't believe

Oh, up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home
[2x]

Oh it's the last time, it's the last time
Oh it's the last time, it's the last time

And I have never met anyone quite like you before
And I've never met anyone quite like you before
[2x]

And I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh, up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone, to find my soul desire to go home

And I never met anyone quite like you before
Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone, to find my soul desire to go home

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home
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Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon