Love songs, I used to hate that shit
But I find
Whenever I feel I cannot go on
At a point when
A bag full of stories
It's all I have got
But I'm
I'm a hippie, and I'm always happy
I'm a hippie, and
Too many things I like to say
Too many things
The elderly association from Klazienaratjetoe(*1)
They got a note, they were
It's no lie, I say it right in your face
I see your perfect body and your face
You think you're
There comes a day that I will be six feet
Help, help, ik word hartstikke gek!
Ik communiceer mezelf over
She's scared, he's home again
Like in a war she makes
A bag full of stories, it's all I have got
But
Ik bin ni perfect, ik heb zomien kuure
Heb ik
Can anybody tell me what I'm doing here
I try
Walk to the left, walk to the right
I'm searching
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