April
27 May 2010
Tell mummy I'm sorry This life is a party I'm never growing up
starry eyed You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Next thing we're touching So we burst into colors, colors and carousels, Fall head first like paper planes in playground games Hit, hit,
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