Saturday 8 September 2007 photo 3/3
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Lead Sails (And A Paper Anchor) Marching alone, like a good soldier does. I’m setting sail, with anchors holding me down. Pack up my bags, stow them away. I'm bidding farewell to all that is safe. Well I come up for air, come up for air. After awhile the current's calling me, lolling me waving goodbye. I’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now? Sinking my heart turns to stone. fyfan! tack till tanja som ger mig så jävla bra musik! ;D
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