Stronger
this heart gets stronger, this skin gets thicker, this mouth gets louder
me.
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things
believe me
lifetime
porcelain
songs
who I am
Baby tour of '08
beer and coffee
beer
be exelent to each other
at the end of the day
damn
feel
off and away
Lund
calling out from scatland
on my mind
Kazakhstan
pretty party-clothes crochéd of snow
space... cowboy... pirates!
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Wednesday 3 September 2008
on my mind
Constantly. What can I say?
Can't stop thinking about you. Want nothing more than to be close to you.
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