Thursday 21 December 2006 photo 1/1
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You know what to say, you know what i said. You know what i dream sleeping in my bed. You hold all the keys, you know all the roads. Why don't you guide me in, if i'm such a lost soul? I'm spinnin' 'round, i will make you ill. Since i'm so broken down, why don't you fix me? Precis.
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