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"She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain’t to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain.
I cry out “Love keep your arms around me”,
I am a bird that’s in need of grounding,
I’m built to fly away, I never learned how to stay."

And modern music it ain’t to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain.
I cry out “Love keep your arms around me”,
I am a bird that’s in need of grounding,
I’m built to fly away, I never learned how to stay."

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Jag just nu, medan jag saknar ett par sockor.. :(

En ny myse-tröja

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