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[May. 12th, 2009|09:34 am] |
ņemšu baltu kreklu un flomāsterus, jo mani pārņēmusi uzmācīga doma, ka, ja man nebūs krekla ar depečmodiem, tad nu gan būs pasaules galiņš. bet ne jau tur tā sāle.
we're
flying high
we're watching the world
pass us by
never want to come down
never want to put my
feet
back
down on the ground |
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