Friday 28 September 2007 photo 1/1
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KÖPTE IDAG! :) You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out Then it's gonna get pretty cold out An empty stream of stars shooting by You got your hopes on high Like a thief on a Sunday morning It all falls apart with no warning Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green The chrushed metal of your little flying machine
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