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January
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- Was Crying For Release Then It Was Gone
- Before I Knew I Was Up To My Neck, The Last Toe Le...
- It's Your Hands, Your Heart, Your Lip
- I Don't Know Why
- And The Screeching Bluejays Seem, To Form Her Name...
- Why Do You Have To Go And Make Things So Complicated
- In The Way You're Walking To Me, From The Timbers,...
- They Mean Not As Much To Me, As A Melting Flake Of...
- It Is Our Light, Not Our Darkness
- Building A Dream
- They Can Tell Something Is Wrong
- If The Day Will Want To Take Me
- Sunday Pulls It's Children From Their Piles Of Fal...
- Cafeteria Morning
- It Wasn't Me Who Was Looking At You, Through Foggy...
- And Bump My Head Against The Windshield, Trying To...
- Just As If To Tell Her Man That She Can't Either
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1 comment:
its like a little ipod family
put mine in there and it would be the kid.
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