Don't touch her there
She's blindfolded
She remembers on the bus
Into my heart, don't remember
Like you left us, without notice
Now you've come back
Like you left us, like you owe us
Into my heart
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- Kokrorisostotinone
- Hedmark, Norway
- instrument of evil. likes to draw, watch the sunset and do a rain dance every now and then. "all the birds" is my art blog.
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