i want to be a forester run throw the moss on high heels...
kinda wish i was a hippie growing up in the 1960s
maybe ill become a new aged hippie?
Camilla.
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- peace out sydney
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- ummmmmmm
- multitasking
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- dear friend as i know
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- all the small thing
- did i ask you for attention when affection is what...
- lego
- any colour you like
- and my love grows up with you
- keeping you alive
- from off to on
- pulling a piano from a pond
- do you see me i can see you?
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- you do anything for her
- graveyard girl
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- the general specific
- dont leave me now
- dreaming of spring
- are you cool?
- break those hearts so carefully
- cut off your hands
- you're my own personal form of heroin
- when its time to get in trouble we know just what ...
- when i grow up...
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